The Fox’s Tale

After that I lost track of how many times we made love. The entire universe condensed until it was just the two of us joining together, stopping only to eat or sleep and take the occasional shower together.

The Suite tried a number of ways to distract us from one another, but we ignored everything. When the Suite made the room hot enough we began to sweat, Ellery got me to do hot yoga with her.

Then we had steamy sex in the shower afterwards. When the Suite made the room chilly we burrowed under the blankets and held each other. We ignored the books, movies and games that the Suite brought in unless we could use them in sexual play. When I mentioned that I couldn’t remember the last time we had eaten Ellery groaned.

“That means that the Suite wants us to leave.”

I pulled her into my lap. “No. I never want to leave. I can’t go back to my room in my parents’ house. Cast me not from paradise, my goddess.”

“As if I would ever send you away. I’ve wanted to be with you my whole life, and if anyone tried to take you from me I would fly to you and carry you home.”

“Fly? Ellery Sinclair, I know that the Fae can levitate, but are you saying that you have wings?”

She kissed my neck before asking, “would you like to see them?”

“Holy shit! Yeah, I want to see them! Do they look like Tinkerbell’s? Or like a butterfly?”

“Neither. Come sit on the foot of the bed and I’ll show them to you.” She slipped out of my grasp and stood facing me while I scrambled to get situated. A hint of blush crept over her skin as she hesitated.

“You’re blushing. After all we’ve done this is what embarrasses you?

“I’m not embarrassed, just shy. I’ve never shown anyone my wings, except for Jojo. Seelie and Unseelie wings look very different from each other, and mine are a mixture.”

“Oh I see. Your uncles don’t know that they’re not your brothers do they?”

“Ethan does, and possibly Emerson. They were twelve and nine when I was born and would have noticed that Mumsy wasn’t pregnant. Oh, and Billy knows of course. But they haven’t ever seen my wings.”

“Well, I already know, and it makes no difference to me. Let me see them, baby. I’ll shift into a fox for you.”

Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and unfurled her wings. There were four, like a butterfly, but that’s where the similarities ended. They were iridescent white with streaks of equally iridescent black running through them like veins.

The edges were rimmed with more of the black iridescence. The top two were shaped more like you’d imagine angel wings to look, reaching almost four feet across at the apex. The two lower wings were smaller, though no less impressive.

They curved down behind her hips, coming to a rounded tip that created the illusion that she had on half of a skirt. She stood there, naked with her eyes closed as her wings fluttered in time with her breathing. I’d never seen anything I’d have described as breathtaking until that moment. I couldn’t speak.

“Are you going to say anything?” she asked in a slightly annoyed tone.

“I….Ellery, you’re magnificent.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “Turn around so I can see everything. “ She rotated for me and I whimpered. “Oh my gods. I already thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world before, but that’s inadequate. Words fail me.”

She blushed at my words, making her even more beautiful. “Can I touch them?” I begged.

She nodded and inched closer to the bed as I slid off of it to meet her. I extended one finger and ran it along the top of the left wing. She gasped and shuddered as I placed more fingers on the wing and stroked it.

Her breath came in little hitches and I repeated the process on the right wing. I stepped closer and ran a hand down each of the bottom wings and Ellery gasped again. I kept my left hand on her wings and moved my right between her thighs and teased her wetness.

“Ellery,” I breathed as I stroked her, “make love to me with them out.”

“I don’t know, Alexander,” she demurred between gasps, “I don’t know what will happen; how they’ll respond.”

“You seem to be responding very nicely,” I murmured. “Or do I always get you this wet this fast?”

“I…I…”

A thought occurred to me as she hesitated. “Princess, is it true what they say about the Fae and honey?”

Her eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I continued to stroke her wings with one hand while the other worked its magic between her legs. “What would happen if the Suite put some on my lips just now?”

“Alexander,” she moaned and I felt the sweet stickiness appear just where I wanted it. I barely had time to smirk when she grabbed my head with both hands and with a growl of longing attacked my mouth with hers.

I’d been expecting her to lick them or kiss them, but she was fucking my mouth with hers, sucking and biting my lips. When she stopped my lips felt swollen and sore, but she wasn’t done with me.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, those glorious wings pulsating. She scratched her nails down my chest before reaching between her legs to grasp me. With another growl she guided me inside her and then began to ride me.

My eyes rolled back into my head as she drove me towards climax. I reached for her hips to slow her pace down so I could savor the sight of her astride me with those wings on display, but she swatted my hands and squeezed harder.

“Oh fuck!” I cried. “Ellery…Ellery…” I sat up and grabbed her as I exploded inside her. She wrapped her arms around me and when I’d stopped convulsing she lifted my chin and licked my lips.

“Honey is an aphrodisiac for Fae.” She whispered in my ear before biting my ear lobe. “It’s not meant to be consumed on its own.”

She nipped down my neck with her teeth as her wings closed around us. She whined as she squirmed off of me to lay next to me. “Alexander, you have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

“What...I’ve done…to you? You just,” I paused to catch my breath, “rode me hard…and put me away wet. My lips…are fucking swollen, Ellery.”

“Alexander,” the whine in her voice was more pronounced. “Look at me.” Her eyes were rimmed with gold and silver and I wrinkled my brow in confusion. “Honey is used to enhance pleasure, but the Seelie and Unseelie have different ideas of what causes pleasure.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if my breathing would ever return to normal.

“I’m edged, damn it. You need to push me over it.” Her breathing was steady but heavy.

I frowned. “You didn’t come?”

“No,” she groaned. “I’m edged and you need to do something about it.”

“Ellery…I’m depleted. I may never…get hard again. Fuck.” I didn’t want to leave her like that, but I was well and truly spent.

“Then finger fuck me. Spank me. Pull my hair and tell me I’m wicked. Dominate me, Alexander, and do it now before I die.” She ground herself against my hip.

I hesitated for a moment as I tried to come up with a plan. “You…should have warned me….about the honey.” I reached up and pulled her hair. “I think…I think you need to be punished…for that.”

A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips. “Oh yes, please punish me. I’ve been so naughty.”

“And you’re suffering for it.”

“Yes, I am. Please punish me.”

I ran my hand through my hair as I tried to think clearly. I couldn’t kiss her, my lips hurt too much. And sex was out of the question. I wasn’t sure I could even stand. I stroked her wings as she whimpered. “Put these away and lay down.”

“On my back?”

“No, on your stomach. The things you do to me require a specific punishment.”

She shuddered as she pulled her wings in. Once she was prone on the bed I started rubbing her ass. When she began to groan with pleasure I smacked her ass hard enough that she yelped.

“More,” she pleaded.

“Ah, sweetheart, who is in charge here?”

“You are.”

“That’s right.” I resumed massaging her bottom and again smacked it hard once she verbalized her pleasure. I moved my hand between her legs and placed a finger on each side of her entrance. I began massaging her with those two fingers and pressed down on her back with my left hand.

“You want my fingers inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes.” It was a plea for mercy, but I wasn’t feeling merciful. I pulled my hand away and smacked her ass again before I returned my fingers back to her pussy lips.

“I love watching you get wet for me. I’d be licking and kissing you right now, but my lips are too sore.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered.

“You will be once I’m done with you.” I shoved my index finger in hard and withdrew it just as fast.

“More.”

“Not yet.” I smacked her bottom again and then laid my hand over it. “You wore me out, my queen. We’ll go at the pace I set now.” I rubbed and spread her further, my fingers slipping in and out. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she begged. “Please Alexander, please, don’t leave me like this.”

“Does anyone else know how kinky you are little Miss Sinful?”

“No.” She tried to move, but I held her still and smacked her ass one last time.

“Be still Ellery. I’m enjoying watching you get wetter and pinker. Such a beautiful sight. I could do this for hours.” She whimpered and I smiled as much as my swollen lips would allow.

“Don’t worry Princess, I won’t make you wait hours. In fact, I think you’ve waited long enough.” I lifted her hips and plundered her with my ruthless fingers. She came with a howl and arched her back so sharply had she not been a Fae she would have snapped it.