Page 18 of Folds
I’m going to blow like this.
“Trisha,” I say in a ragged voice. “Please. Turn around.”
She stops licking, pulling her head away to peer up at me. “Right now?”
“Yes. Turn around.”
She gives me a knowing grin as she obediently turns around, her rounded bottom now presented to me as she leans forward on her arms. She’s wet already.
“Did licking my cock turn you on?” I ask her, dragging the pad of my finger along her folds. Then I tease her clit, rubbing it to and fro, watching as even more of her nectar gathers like dew on a leaf. I’m still mightily sensitive as I position myself behind her and gently, push in.
Right away, Trisha lets out a cry, and I know I’m doing something right.
I take my time with her like this, rocking in and out, squeezing her perfect rear. I watch with amazement and gratitude as my cock slides into her, vanishing inside her as her body parts around me. It requires every ounce of my self-control not to release before she does, but I do manage it as her cries grow louder and wilder. Soon I am pistoning my hips, taking her fast and rough, and her moans are my reward.
“Touch yourself,” I command her. “Touch that incredible cunt of yours while I’m inside it.”
Trisha shudders all around me, then reaches down to do as I ask.
“You feel incredible,” she whimpers, and I feel her get tighter around me as her finger works on her clit. “I almost can’t take it.”
“You can. You have. You will.”
“Selvanar!” She screams my name, and it’s the most delicious sound imaginable. “I’m going to—Oh!”
When Trisha clamps down around me, I have no willpower left. I slam into her one more time, my seed bursting out before I realize it’s happening, filling her as I shudder. My cock spews again as her sweet channel squeezes and releases, and I’ve never felt anything so glorious.
Exhausted, Trisha sags to the bed, only her butt in the air where I’m buried inside her, my spend leaking out. She lets out a breathless laugh.
“Your cum does feelreallygood,” she says, her knees wobbling. Tenderly I withdraw, and I relish the sight of my seed spilling down her thighs. She collapses, utterly spent.
While she’s resting, I reach for a velvety leaf to clean us both up, and she twitches when it touches her skin. Then, with a kiss on her head, I leave the room to find us something to eat.
To my great pleasure, a basket of fresh produce has already been left on the front step for us, and I bring it inside to prepare something for Trisha’s hungry belly—and mine.
Once I have a platter of fruits and vegetables ready, I carry it into the bedroom, where Trisha lies in my bed with a dazed lookon her face. I set the platter in front of her, and her eyes home in on it.
“Food!” She sits up and starts to eat. “Exactly what I needed.”
I preen. If I can do anything right, I’m glad it’s taking care of my human.
trisha
TRISHA
After a delightful meal of all fresh foods, I can sense my time here is coming to an end. But I don’t want it to be over. I love being with Selvanar, learning all about fairies and how they live their lives. Humans truly have no idea how magical and beautiful their world is. In the back of my mind, I worry that someday this forest will no longer be protected. What would happen to them then?
That’s when I decide it’s my job to guard this place. Now that I’ve been here, now that I’ve seen it for myself, I know in my heart that I have one responsibility: to make sure Selvanar and his people remain here in peace.
Soon, afternoon comes, and I realize I haven’t checked in with my sister at all. Lizzie will probably be monumentally worried about me. Selvanar has work to do besides, so at last, he leads me back down the many tree platforms to the forest floor. There, we walk through neon mushrooms in all kinds of colors, then stop when we reach the magical barrier. I can see it now, the air slightly wavy in front of me, like my vision is swimming.
“Trisha.” Selvanar takes both my hands in his and bends to kiss the knuckles of each one. “Thank you. Thank you so very much for all of this. For bringing me home, for…”
He trails off, like he’s not sure how much to say next. I raisemy hand to stroke his high, sharp cheekbone, adoring his unusual face.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you for showing me this. For letting me in. I promise, I won’t tell anyone where this is.”
He leans into my palm, closing his eyes.
