“Don’t touch me! This is for my pleasure!” I gritted through clenched teeth. War licked the blood off his lips, smirking. “I ain’t mad, Lor Pussy Fairy. I like pain,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
I gripped his face, burying my nails into his skin, feeling him tremble beneath me. War let out a deep moan, surrendering completely as he lay underneath me, between my legs. My wings carried me to the tip of his shaft, and my ass cheeks bounced as I danced on his tip. I dipped lower, taking half of his girth, letting my pussy’s honey drip down the thick veins of his wood like a honeycomb.
“You lil’ bitch,” War breathed out. I did it again, this time sliding down far enough to make him disappear into me.
“Ummmmmm… you better empty my nuts too. I ain’t gonna be getting slapped for nothing. But damn, you look like a goddess taking all that dick. Your pussy was made for me… and only me!” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. War’s dick bulged through my stomach, and I would have never guessed he was the type of man to let someone else overpower him in the bedroom.
A pairing knife engraved with a dragonfly appeared in my hand, glinting in the light. His eyes lit up, a sick fascination sparking within him as I welcomed the dark side. I ran the dagger down his chest, the sound of metal against skin eliciting a desperate “Ahhhhhh…fuckkkkkkk!” from his lips, his face filledwith pleasure. I ran the bloody dagger across my tongue, tasting his blood—rich, earthy, with a sweetness that ignited something primal within me. I was no longer my old self; the fairy I became in War’s possession was turning into his other half.
“Why do you feel this good?” I asked.
I kissed him, tonguing him down like I was starving for his acceptance. My pussy was so wet for him, my body burned with desire, and my heart ached whenever he was close. War was the final chapter in a story that would never end. My walls tightened around him, squeezing him with enough pressure that made him moan out “Eboenia.”
“You’re ready to make me bust…keep it steady just like that!” War groaned, his voice a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
“Come in your pussy, baby. Fill me up with your love potion. Swell inside of me until my body aches,” I chanted, my hips moving in a hypnotic rhythm.
War let out a deep groan, “Ahhhhhhhh!” He released like I quenched his thirst. I squirted again, suckling on his lip as we came together. He gripped my hips, pumping upwards against my spot, forcing me to come harder. I sank my teeth into his shoulder to stifle my cries. Our bodies went limp, and we fell into the hammock, drenched in sweat and my wetness.
“Goddamn,” War whispered, pulling me onto his chest. He held me close, still trying to catch his breath. We didn’t say anything to each other; our loud breathing spoke enough for us.
“You trusted me, even without that collar. You let your soul melt into mine. Not just me falling into you.” War ran his fingers through my locs, pressing his lips against my forehead. “Thatwas my old self. I almost forgot who I was before the ritual, but you make me remember it. It has only been a few months since I became the new leader, but the memory I have of my old life feels so long ago,” he replied.
“I wish I could fully get to meet him.”
“We would have never made it this far if you hadn’t met him. He’s been keeping you alive, protecting you from both clans,” he replied.
I hugged War, and he wrapped his arm around my waist. The way I was starting to see it, all we had were each other. “Keep me with you,” I said aloud, but I heard light snoring. When I sat up, War was sleeping peacefully. It was my first time seeing him rest; I’m usually the one who falls into a deep sleep after our lovemaking. He didn’t look vicious, or like a man who was harboring a corrupted soul of an ancient wizard. Watching him gave me butterflies, and my heart skipped a beat.
Is this what real love feels like?
We walked out of the portal hours later, drained and exhausted, though I felt oddly refreshed from the waterfall shower. The necklace appeared around my neck and I smacked my teeth. “Why do I need this again?” I asked War.
Black clothing materialized over his body, clinging to him like a second skin, and his medallion hung heavily around his neck.
“Because this realm is where my clan lives, and it’s a sign of disrespect to have an enemy here who could use magic against them. You aren’t a threat if you’re powerless,” he said.
War twirled his finger above my head, and my body spun magically as a heavy, long, and thick dress swallowed me whole.
“Can I at least look good? I feel like a prisoner again!”
“Sometimes my folks roam my tower—men, that is. What do you think you’re gonna be dressed like, Eboenia? You look your best when a muthafucka can’t see your titties or ass,” he shot back with attitude.
“You are soooo lucky I didn’t dress myself.”
“Don’t get choked out,” he replied.
“I’ll let you choke me out any day,” I said, winking at him.
I wandered over to a wall that looked like a giant TV screen, but instead of channels, swirling arcane symbols hovered across its surface. Some glowed softly, suspended in place, waiting. “What is this thing?” I asked, pointing at the strange, floating symbols.
War came up beside me, his eyes scanning the wall. “Each symbol stands for a different realm. See that one?” He pointed to a twisted star, glowing forest green. “That’s Charmden. Most of the time, the symbols just sit there, not moving. But if a portal opens and something comes out, the symbol shifts across the wall to show where it happened. It’ll flash red, like an alarm.”
“So, it only moves if there’s activity?” I asked, watching the symbols, all of them eerily quiet.
“Exactly. If a creature steps through a portal, the symbol slides over to the spot on the map where it appeared. The lines behind them are the city below us. If nothing’s coming out of the realms, everything stays still, just like this.”
“So it’s basically a magical security system. No movement means no trouble.”
