Page 17 of Folds
My people nod and wave to us as we go by, and a few call out how relieved they are that I’ve returned. Despite my message via bumblebee, they were understandably concerned for my safety in the human world.
I lead Trisha up many ladders, across planks between the platforms that we have erected among the trees. She gazes up in wonder as I take her hand in mine.
“It’s beautiful,” she says. “Really cool. I had no idea a fairy hive would be like a whole separate, magical world.”
I’m pleased that she’s enjoying it, that she sees the sanctity of this place. I know she understands that she’s only allowed here under special circumstances, and she won’t take that for granted.
At last, we reach the highest platform in the tallest tree, and I lead her inside. My home is built around the branches of the tree, with many rooms for us to explore together. I have decorated it with care, placing each cluster of mushrooms to light the space perfectly, arranging my furniture and making wreaths for my walls.
Trisha gazes around in wonder as I close the door behind us.
“This is where you live?”
“Indeed.” I haven’t released her hand yet, and so I guide her deeper inside, through the eating area, where I point out how I prepare my own food. In baskets sit vegetables and fruits that were fresh a few days ago, but have ceased to be so. Trisha takes it all in, a crease forming in her brow.
“Fairy culture is so fascinating,” she says. “All your furniture is made of living things.”
“And the twigs we do use are gathered from the forestfloor.”
Trisha follows me to the next room, where my advisors and I often gather to discuss the matters of the hive. But I’m growing tired of this tour, knowing I don’t have much time, so I guide her quickly toward my main sleeping room. I only have another ten, perhaps eight hours left, and I’m going to make the most of it.
Trisha giggles when she sees where I’ve taken her. “Don’t you have, like, a job? Being a king and all?”
“Yes, of course.” I loop an arm around her and spin her into my arms. She dances along willingly. “But how often will I get you? You are my most precious commodity right now.”
The smile falls from Trisha’s face, and I didn’t mean to do that. I much prefer it when she smiles.
“What did I say?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just…” She pulls away, screwing up her lips. “You’re right. I do have to go back. I don’t get to stay here in your pretty fairy home.”
I tilt my head. “That’s what upsets you? Do you not like your life in the human world?”
“No, I do!” She is surprisingly fierce when she says that. “But I also… I’ve come to care about you, Selvanar.”
Ah, I see. She thinks she will have to leave forever.
“Trisha.” I cup her face in my hands, looking down at her for once. “You can always return. You are special to me, and I would love to see you again.” I kiss her lips quickly. “And hopefully again.” Another kiss. “And then again after that.”
She giggles even more under my kisses, and I’m glad that she’s smiling again. I take her hand in mine and pull her to the bed, and she stumbles onto it. I love how clumsy humans are, even when small.
I stand in front of her, my cock already thinking lewd things about her, and Trisha grins in answer. Her fingers land on my belly, then slide down to my groin, where she lets out a thoughtful sound.
“No body hair. Interesting.”
The remark amuses me.
“We are very different.” I flutter my wings, scattering pixie dust, and Trisha squeezes her eyes shut in the most adorable way.
Her hands explore farther, wrapping around the base of my cock, and her mere touch sends me reeling. She gives it an experimental pump, squeezing from root to tip, and already I’m aching to be inside her again.
But Trisha has other plans. She scoots forward on the bed, getting on her hands and knees so her mouth hovers right in front of me. Then she fists my cock again, and slips her lips around the tip.
I will certainly explode into her mouth. No question.
She encases me, bringing me deeper and then back out, her cheeks flexing as she sucks. Bliss ricochets through me, and it’s going to take everything I have to hold out as she repeats the motion again, then again, and my hips are jerking against my will, pushing me even deeper into her throat.
But Trisha doesn’t seem to mind, not at all. Her brows lower mischievously, and she sucks me faster, her tongue dragging along the underside of me, stimulating everything all at once.
