“We were going to see each other again sooner or later,” she smiled, and despite myself, blood flowed to my dick before I regained control. “Thanks for saving me the trouble. We should finish what we started.”
I was positive she wasn’t talking about the sex.
“Maybe another time,” my return smile was strained. “We’re here to parlay with Lady Foxbelle.”
“I know. I’m here to escort you,” Chloe turned and waved a finger over her shoulder for them to follow. I kept my eyes open for more threats, but Jerome was fully engrossed with ogling her ass.
“You know her?” he whispered, but I just shook my head. This wasn’t the time or place.
The moss-covered hill continued upward for what felt like a hundred yards before leveling out. I expected something grand. I expected another power play from the noble Fae. She was already fucking with me by having my would-be murderer play tour guide, so I was ready for anything.
I wasn’t ready for what I saw.
The crest of the hill plateaued into a flat open space. There was another spring-fed bath, some scattered furniture, and more changelings. These ones looked older and were armed. Something I didn’t expect to find was a mobile armory. There were swords of cold iron and silverbane under lock and key behind magical barriers. Regular armaments from spears to bows were sitting along a wooden rack that looked positively harmless next to dozens of assault rifles and boxes of ammunition. There was even a sniper rifle that looked nearly as tall as me. What was packed away in this magically-altered space – the mechanics of which I couldn’t even fathom – wasn’t just against school rules, but federal law . . . maybe even the WRA and human-Fae arm’s treaties.
Despite all the firepower, which I didn’t stand a snowballs chance in hell of surviving, the dominant feature of the plateau was a black stone alter. It looked like a place to make human sacrifices. If Aveena was about to offer up a changeling to some dark god of the Fae, I wouldn’t have been surprised. The last thing in the world I expected was to see the Fae noble on all fours, panting like a dog, as she smacked her ass backward onto some changeling’s waiting dick.
“She’ll just be a minute,” Chloe informed sweetly.
I couldn’t hide my eye roll, but Jerome’s jaw was on the ground. “Can I just stay here forever?” he asked.
Chloe’s laugh sounded like summer bells, but I knew it was a lie. “Only if you’re a good doggy.”
I took the statement as offensive, but Jerome took it as flirtation. If those two wanted to dance around each other, that was fine by me. The werewolf would watch my back as I focused on the real target.
Aveena didn’t even pretend to notice I was there. She was moaning softly as she continued to pound herself into the changeling. She might be trying to kill me, but that didn’t stop her from being beautiful. On the spectrum of women I’d recently engaged in sexual activity with, she was somewhere between Lilith and Chloe. The Fae noble had the best of both worlds. Lilith was five-seven, but built as a sexual goddess with curves to die for. Aveena had the lithe, athletic, dancer’s body of the nymph, but more substantial curves. She was close to six feet, taller than both other women. She’d tied her blonde hair back in a ponytail, so her pointed ears stood out sharply, but even getting her pussy hammered doggystyle, she looked regal
I was forced to stand there, hearing the slap . . . slap . . . slap of flesh on flesh. “This is the weirdest power play ever.” I was stunned.
“My lady, I’m going to . . .”
“Don’t you dare,” Aveena cut the changeling off, and I saw the physical affect her words had on the man.
He stiffened like a statue, while the noble Fae continued to pleasure herself. Another minute passed, and the look on the guy’s face was one of pure pain. It looked like he was being tortured, not fucked by a gorgeous woman.
“Yes . . . right there . . . oh!” I could tell when Aveena came. She slammed her ass on the changeling’s cock, shuddered, and gripped the stone slab hard enough that she dug shallow furrows with her fingers. She stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, before sliding forward and away from the changeling.
“Jesus Christ,” I took a step back.
I wasn’t a Christian. In a time where there were supernatural creatures that could easily replicate the “miracles” of the son of god, the monotheistic religions had lost a lot of worshipers to the gods people could see and touch with their own two hands. Still, it was an appropriate curse for what I saw.
The changeling’s dick looked like an eggplant: crooked, engorged, purple, and just plain wrong. He also just sat there, his knees bloody from being Aveena’s plaything, and unable to move. I knew all about the oaths of fealty, being a Fae vassal, and the power and control that gave a noble Fae like Aveena; but I’d never seen anything like this.
Two more changelings approached their liege with a plush robe that she draped over her shoulder. She didn’t bother to tie the waistband, flashing me and Jerome with her runway strip of pubic hair. She studied me closely as a rocky throne grew out of the ground itself. She sat down on it like she was the queen of this space; which she absolutely was.
“She’s brought a bit of the Faerie Realm with her,” I put two and two together, and suspected I’d made a terrible mistake.
“I don’t know whether you are incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid, mortal,”
