Chapter 1 - Tumble in the Tavern

Tags: [F/M] [Mireska/OC] [Dubcon] to [Consensual] [Hatefuck?] [Blowjob] [Forced Deepthroat] [Mild Humiliation] [Roughplay] [Biting] [Face Slap] [‘Hair’ Pulling] [Mating Press] [Doggy Style] [Pronebone] [Cumflation] [Magic] [Aftercare] [Scent Kink] [Scents & Smells]


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Mireska grumbled, rubbing her amber eyes. Her equine mount whinnied quietly as she rubbed her hand through its black mane. Maintaining balance on a horse required a bit of focus. The Fae woman was thankful she didn’t have to apply any force to the reins, else she’d be in a far grumpier mood. Worse if she was forced to walk. She’d have likely passed out if she flew.


She didn’t know how to ride a horse before today. Mireska was used to flying, walking, or chancing across teleportation magics to cross the land. In a life long ago, she was privy to carriages to carry her round her home city. Shame her dad was a cunt.


“How much farther, human?” Mireska grumbled, glancing at her newest enemy-turned-companion. 


“Raum." He gave his name with an irritated sigh, not that Mireska cared anyway, "And not much longer. You can see the town’s lights through the trees."


She rolled her eyes. It wasn't the answer she liked, but it was what she got. She spared another glance at the man, once again taking in his unkempt features.


The short, thick hair on his head was a mess of copper brown. His human skin was tan, and he spoke with a mixed accent, which made it hard to identify his nation of origin. Most of his face was covered in a prickly beard. A ratty scarf was loosely wrapped around his neck, falling down his back like some child's idea of a cape. His coat, pants and boots were ideal for the cold climate they walked through. Mireska wasn't bothered by such coldness.


‘Hair.’ Mireska cocked her nose up. She never understood the use of it, just shave it all off and be done with it. At least humans weren’t the worst with it. Satyrs took the number one spot for that. Her own leafy crown was far more respectable than those coloured follicles. It grew as she aged, and it never needed to be tended to. After all, it was part of her physiology. Like fingers to hands, so were her leaves for her head.


“No need to get so huffy. You’re not the one walking.” He looked up at her with a lighthearted smile. Mireska rolled her eyes.


“My ass is killing me.” She shuffled as if proving her point. Sitting down in the same spot for hours on end was downright torture. But to be expected to walk with her newly suffered injury was simply a joke. The slice wasn’t particularly deep, but it was deep enough that walking became an impossibility. No thanks to the human’s pestering for treating the wound with that accursed liquid. Whatever healing poultice he’d used bit at her skin, but it did the job well enough. She was happy to hear it would heal on its own quickly, so long as she didn’t walk for more than a few minutes. But she wouldn’t thank the human for his work. 


‘I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.’ Mirska internally seethed.


“We can always trade places.” He jokingly suggested, missing the way her face had twisted to anger.


Mireska scoffed, wincing at the thought of walking, “I don’t need my feet and my ass killing me.”


“Funny, considering how you’re literally causing the pain in my feet, while metaphorically being a pain in my ass.” He grumbled. As if proving his point, his leather clad hands grabbed his own butt, 


“Keep up the chatter, human.” She said, rolling her eyes. “See where it gets you.”


“My name is Raum.” He corrected tiredly.


“Human.” She repeated.


“Whatever.”


Mireska hummed victoriously, her smile wide and smug. 


Their meeting was by chance. There were rumours of an ancient glass ball; the Seer Orb of Ba’Relektha. that could spy on anyone, so long as one held the image of their face in their mind. Unfortunately, both herself and this Human had reached the Seer Orb simultaneously. The backsword on his hip wasn’t just for show, and more than displaying strength and skill, he was also quite deft. Mireska and Jex were both on the backfoot against him, that is, until Gondar, that yellow-furred rat, got involved. Something about taking her back to her reject of a father. She wasn’t really paying attention.


Their fight had escalated, with the bounty hunter intent of immobilising the Fae, and ignoring the human. She was too distracted and tired to fight back. In her exhaustion, Gondar had slashed her leg, a cut that followed a straight line from her upper thigh down to her knee. 


In a moment of sheer stupidity, the human opted to save her, as if they weren’t fighting mere moments before. One swift kick to the back of Gondar’s head, and he was out like a light. Which led to him stumbling forward, crashing against the marble pedestal the orb sat on, and shattering it like all of her childhood dreams. 


She had to suffer the indignity of being carried out, and tended to by the human. Hence why she was guided to the nearest town, no doubt where the man intended to dump her on someone else.


Mireska made a frustrated grunt.


“It’s still your fault.” Mireska growled.


“Weird way to say ‘thank you’.” He sighed and scratched his face, “I’m even polite enough to offer you a ride on my horse.” 


“Only because you know I’d beat you into the dirt, if you didn’t treat me like I deserve after what you did.” 


“Hey, I offered for you to keep the thing after I used it once. You were the one who wanted to fight me for it. Look where that got you.”


Mireska felt her cheeks burn, her antennae twitched above her head. Any thief would mistrust another thief when they both sought the same treasure. It wasn’t wrong of her to fight him, removing a potential obstacle before anything else could happen. Of course, then the bounty hunter got in the way, then the  human had the chance to prove himself trustworthy.


While it seemed this human, despite being something of a tomb robber, and goodness knows what else, was trying to be a good person. A good human. Mireska snickered at the irony.


“I’m still blaming you for breaking the orb, human.” She sniffed imperiously, looking away from the human’s smug look.


“Raum.” He repeated.


“Don’t care.” She answered whimsically. “After what you did, I’m not going to bother remembering your name.”


“How mature of you, Mireska.” He clicked his tongue. “Why did I bother saving you?”


“Because you’re a dummy.” She innocently sang, “A big, dumb human.”


“Big, huh?” He hummed with an impish smile, “Maybe for you, twerp.”


Mireska narrowed her eyes on him. “I’m older than you.”


He laughed. “So, I should call you grandma?”


“Not that old! Maybe a few years older.”


He hummed, genuinely interested,“You can tell at a glance?”


“I can tell by how your mana has aged.” She said with a smug grin.


He made a small noise, “Didn’t know mana could age.” 


Mireska scoffed, “You really are dumb.”


“Forget that I asked.”


“Whatever you say, dumb huma- ah!” A hiss bit out from her lips. She winced as shooting pains ran up her leg, her hand pressing down on her leg, careful not to tear at her leg. She could feel Raum’s eyes on her. That concern of his practically radiated from him.


“You alright?” He asked.


“M’fine.” She pouted, looking away, hiding the biting tears in the corner of her eyes.


“We’re almost there. I’ll get you somewhere to sleep.” He said.


Mireska couldn’t help but notice his phrasing. Somewhere for her, but not himself. That was his plan, huh? Take her to some random town, let her fall asleep and then ditch her to pay for the room the next morning?


Not if she had something to do about it…


Whatever that something was.


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They’d found a moderately respectable tavern. Not cheap by any means, but nothing too fancy either. The ale and beer were probably decent, instead of the watered down stuff they sold in some low standard taverns. 


She (begrudgingly) held onto Raum’s arm as they stepped within the warm building. The place was alive with patrons all singing, drinking and dancing. There wasn’t any time to enjoy such entertainment, as the human pulled her to the bar. In mere moments, a room was sorted for them, and a space at the stables was bought out for his horse. 


Which is how she found herself standing in the middle of a warm bedroom. Two separate beds were spaced a few feet from the other. An enchanted crystal hung from the ceiling, exuding light and warmth down. The curtains to the window were closed, keeping the frigid cold outside. 


She sighed, plopping down on the bed without so much a noise. The healing poultice was fast acting, apparently. Now her wound was a thin but long scab. If she picked at it, only a scar would remain. But the pain was still there, leaving her to limp and wince. The brain was stupid. Her leg was fine, and she had half a mind to just pick at the scab. Like that would fix anything.


Not willing to test her luck, she left well enough alone. Instead, she annoyedly kicked off her boots. She quickly got to work taking off her ruined tights. The slash at her leg had stained them with blood, and the cut had pretty much rendered them useless. A few patches torn open were cute. A piece of fabric flapping in the wind was not.


She paused, her antenna flicking as the silence in the room had her concerned. Amber eyes found Raum standing there, ogling her bare thighs. As if caught with his hand in the jar, he looked away with innocent eyes, feigning to look at the wooden wall.


“Sketch a portrait. It’ll last longer.” Mireska grumbled, tossing her ruined tights to the side.


“I wasn’t looking.” He quickly defended.


‘Sure you weren’t.’ 


She tentatively pulled her leg up, trailing her fingers down her thigh. Her pliant skin was smooth and sensitive, small shivers crawling up her spine. The pain was faint, barely there. But the healing poultice left her nerves a touch sensitive in that area. Strangely, the burning along her cut felt almost… good. It still hurt, but that pain fed embers of pleasure in her stomach.


Mireska sighed deeply. ‘Of all the times to be in heat…’


“Hope you’re grateful for everything I’ve done today.” Raum muttered, the shuffling of clothes catching her attention. Her brow twitched as his coat and shirt fell to a pile on the floor. The human’s body wasn’t taut with muscles, like some adonis bodybuilder. But his muscles were impressive. He looked like he could toss lumber with his size and build. Like he could shove her to her knees and-!


Heat burnt her cheeks. She looked away, a frown twisting her lips, and pushed down that irrational flame in her stomach. 


“Grateful for getting in my way? Yeah, sure.” She bit out. Her body was warm with a familiar sensation. One she opted to ignore in favour of her bitterness. 


“Technically, that was the bounty hunter.” Rolling his shoulders, he grunted as his neck cracked. Mireska bit her lip, watching his back tighten as he stretched. 


‘God he could just bend me over and-’


She slammed her eyes shut. Nope! Nope, nope nope! Not for a human. Definitely. Not.


She twitched her fingers against her thighs. Anger was easier to focus on. She narrowed her eyes on him,  “If you weren’t there-”


“Listen, princess,” He exasperatedly turned to her with tired eyes. Were human pecs always that big? Goodness the hair on his chest… 


Her eyes flicked back up, thankful that her blushing face matched well with her already pink skin, “I didn’t do anything to you, short of trying to scare you off, after you tried to kill me. And trust me, if I wanted to fight you for real, I’d use my actual sword hand. If anything, I should’ve left your sorry ass back at the ruins.”


“Well, maybe you should have.” Mireska growled, unsure of what she was saying. It was getting hotter. The crystal above them must’ve been malfunctioning. Her stomach was too warm. What was she saying? Right, blaming him for something. She cocked her chin up, “I would have been fine.”


“Are you crazy?” The human looked at her with a severe expression. His chest heaved with his breath. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. Was he trying to calm himself? Was he really angry? He didn’t look it. Humans rarely expressed their emotions, with men being worse at it. Fae were far more emotionally driven. 


She should know. Her father’s estate was up in flames for it.


“No, yeah, sure. Would have saved me a lot of trouble leaving you there.” He pointed a finger at her. Gods, his biceps curled so nicely. He growled, “But lucky for you, I’m not an asshole, and helped you!”


Her face burned hotter. Lewd thoughts populated her mind, her lower lips doing more of the thinking than her brain. She stood from her bed, wincing as she walked to him. “If I was really lucky, then you wouldn’t have shown up at all!”


“Then that weird rat person would have killed you.” He argued, stepping closer to her.


“I can handle myself!” She got closer. Enough to be level with his chest. Why was it so hairy and… he smelled so… good? He smelled of burnt oak. Like smoke and sweat. A bitter scent that left her craving more. 


Her antenna twitched. She circled around him, pushing at his chest. It was surprisingly hard, like pushing a wall. A searing, sweaty wall that was tight with muscle. He turned to face her properly, stepping closer, looming over her small frame. Was he always so tall and rugged? 


Emotions coiled together. Frustration from her heat and anger at his interference mixed together like chocolate and strawberries. She stomped the floor with her good leg. Her fists clenched together, waving down at her sides like a petulant brat. “I don’t need to be taken care of!”


“Ugh!” His hand held his face in frustration, thrown down at his side as he growled, “You ungrateful pixie!”


“Stupid ape!” She yelled back, meeting his face halfway.


“Spoiled shit!”


“Arrogant bastard!”


“Fuck you!”


“Fuck you!”


His arm slammed down over her shoulder. He loomed over her small figure, an imposing tower of man. Her amber eyes widened fearfully. Fight or flight instincts overwhelmed her brain. Fury stared at her, and her own fire sputtered out in the face of him.


“Fuck. You!”


She stared up at him with wide eyes and heavy breath. He was much the same, but his eyes were dark, nostrils flared and teeth clenched. She was angry at him, yes, but there was something… else. A scent. His scent. It felt more than before. She couldn’t explain it. It made her knees feel like jelly. His bare chest, full of hair and hard muscle, was mere inches from her. His lifted arm bared his armpit. That potent scent must have been coming from there. 


Heat pooled between her thighs, though she couldn’t understand why. Was he in heat too? Would he-?


She didn’t have the chance to dwell on it. Raum turned away with a growl, stomping away, throwing the door open, and slamming it shut behind him. 


Mireska let go of a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her knees shook before she fell, and she only now noticed the liquid spilling down her thighs.


‘What’s wrong with me?’


Mireska took a heavy breath. Grabbing her head with both hands as she fell back onto her bed. 


“Oh, great. Just great, Mireska.” She grumbled, wincing angrily as her fingers jabbed into her face. “Getting horny for a human? Really?”


Warmth still flooded her insides. The visage of his strong, broad shoulders and thick arms. His scent. That smoke that clung to him. She bit her lip, leaning up and eying the floor. That shirt of his was still there. 


She stood up again.


‘What am I doing?’


She stumbled over to it, picking up his shirt. Electricity sparked up her fingertips as she touched the soft fabric. Dark patches of his shirt were still wet with his sweat. That bitter smell enticed her to bring it closer. Small, pink hands tightened around the fabric.


‘Put it back.’ A voice quietly argued.


Mireska walked back to her bed, shirt still in hand, and close to her face. The rest of the world blurred. She was fixated on it. Her pert behind landed on the bed with a small bounce. That sweaty, smokey scented shirt in her lap. It was sinful. Absolutely, and totally sinful. 


That didn’t stop her from stuffing her face into it.


She took a deep, heaving breath, her nose trailing up the fabric. Her eyes rolled up, and her entire body shivered. Her fingers trailed under the waist of her skirt, falling further. 


Her eyes gently opened, her vision cloudy. A single gasp rolling between her soft lips, “Oh.”  


Mireska’s toes curled as her fingers rolled over her clit. Her sensitive crown throbbed with forbidden desires. Desires for a human. Of all the people to get hot for, she had never thought it to be a human. That shirt was overwhelmingly strong with his scent. It practically stunk of human. 


‘Asshole. Making me all hot and breathy.’ Mireska huffed into his shirt, rubbing her fingers over her slick sex slowly. Those strong muscles flexing.


“Oh, gods…” Mireska murmured, flexing her hand against her aching pussy. Her soaked lips were puffy and hot with need. But it wasn’t enough.


Mireska forgot what she was angry about. The way he stood over her, at least a foot and a half taller. His eyes, burning with rage that pierced her heart. Dark thoughts swam in her mind. Fantasies where he boldly forced himself on her.


Where he’d violently slap her face, smack her ass and cut at her legs… Such thoughts came through her mind like sinful hooks, baiting her to test the man’s patience further. Perhaps it was the lack of a decent lay in months. Perhaps she’d grown tired of other Fae trying to satisfy her. It was time to have a taste of something different.


And the delicious scent of that human had whet her appetite.


Shirt stuffed against her nose, and fingers teasing her aching slit, Mireska moaned softly into the fabric. That anger and passion in his eyes was burned into her memory. The scent of him was a constant reminder. She wondered, had she caused this scent? Their fight would no doubt have worked up a sweat. Their trek, which started from the dead of morning till the late evening, and only once did they stop for a break. The whole while he forced himself to walk…


Mireska growled, some sense of shame heating her further. She dropped the shirt to the side, fumbling her skirt until it came off. A cute, pink thong was revealed, and a telling patch was soaked with her arousal. Impatient moved her, and she pulled the thong to the side, exposing her puffy wet lips. His shirt found her face again, and her moans sang freely as her fingers gently sank into her needy quim. 


‘Bastard. Putting your scent all over me while I’m in heat.’ She groaned, rolling onto her stomach. His shirt hooked over her nose, both of her hands freely tended to her flooded pussy. ‘This is his fault. Definitely his fault!’


Her eyes clenched shut, her breath catching as sparks of pleasure turned to bolts of passion. Two fingers diligently prodded her sensitive walls, slick with desire for a person she couldn’t stand. 


‘I swear, if he comes back… if he comes…’ Her legs shook. Fingers thrust deeper into her needy heat. Mireska pictured it in her mind. That he was on top of her. Those tight, powerful muscles strained as he grunted atop her. Sweat sheened his skin, his scent overpowering reason. He glared down at her, his sharp teeth baring open. He was getting closer. He was going to bite her! Claim her! 


‘If he comes…” Two fingers pumped faster. She was coated in her own arousal. Her other hand reached down, brushing against her small, sensitive breasts. Finally, at the moment she envisioned his teeth clenching down on her neck, her fingers pinched her throbbing clit.


Mireska’s eyes flew open. Her moans turned to a silent scream. 


‘If he comes… comes… cums inside!’


“Oh, gods!” Mireska cried out silently into his shirt, a strangled whine filling the air. Her body shook, her ass raised into the air, and her fingers left her soaked hole. A spray of her juices stained the sheets, and her thighs absolutely wet. Her climax was devastating enough to leave her mind blank. Her eyes vacant, and her mouth slack. 


Mireska numbly moved the blanket over the top of her, fatigue hitting her like a boulder. She stared up at the ceiling, stuffing his shirt under the sheets. 


‘I came thinking about him… doing that.’ Mireska took a deep breath. Both her hands landed on top of her face with a growl, “You’ve lost your mind. Just because none of the Fae want you after the arson, robbery and crap doesn’t mean you think about other races. Especially humans!”


‘But he’d protect you. Like he did today. Maybe the least you could do is thank him with your body.’ A traitorous, vulnerable thought whispered. She shivered, allowing herself to wonder what it’d be like to be wrapped up in those big, strong arms. Humans were naturally warmer than Fae. Feeling his manhood roughly spear her slick hole. Her amber eyes fluttered as her arousal spiked again. 


But a strange exhaustion took her. Her thoughts drifted from sex, to the feeling of his body resting against hers. His warmth would coax her to sleep faster than any potion. She’d be safe, and sleep peacefully.


“Sleep…” She murmured. Mireska didn’t really care about the state of her wetness. The day had been too much. He’d been too much. Thoughts fell to the wayside. Her feelings cast away.


She fell to sleep.
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Amber eyes flashed open in the dark. The creaking of the doorway was slow and careful. Fear tricked down her spine for only a moment. She’d practiced waking at the slightest disturbance. Years of being tracked by bounty hunters would do that. The creak of the hinges were not so easily muted. Her antenna flicked as cool air entered the room. 


The human, Raum, carefully entered the room, closing the door with a small ‘click’. She sat up, aware that her lower half was in a state of partial undress. Thoughts of what she’d done that afternoon flickered into her mind, a small blush on her cheeks. She didn’t fail to notice the smell of ale in the air. Even shirtless, he’d joined the rambunctious crowd in their drinking.


The other bed rustled, wood creaked, and he grunted as he laid facing away from her. Mireska frowned.


“Human.”


“Hm?”


‘Still angry, huh?’ She sighed, “Why’d you come back?”


“I bought the room, and my stuff is still here, princess.” He’d curtly replied, still facing away from her.


“Why do you keep calling me that?” Mireska asked, trying to push down her rising irritation.


He huffed as he rolled over, “You act all noble and regal. You even dress it, with those fancy clothes and earrings. Your snobbish attitude is like a princess in kids' stories. What, were you favoured by daddy too much to learn humility?”


She took his vitriolic words in. He really was still angry at her. All she had for him was some strange attraction and regret. What wonders an orgasm can provide for the mind. With a small sigh, she whispered, “I hate my dad.”


He dryly chucked, “You didn’t give him what he wanted?” 


“In a way.” She softly answered. Raum’s eyes softened, losing that tense expression. She smiled bitterly, “He wanted me to settle down and rule over the estate. I didn’t want to. Instead, I burned it all down and ran away.”


The human was silent for a moment, sitting up to match her. She gulped, unable to look away from his muscled form. He laughed softly, not demeaning like before. He shook his head. “So you were a snobbish noblewoman, you just liked arson a bit too much.”
 
Mireska snorted, a genuine smile on her lips, “I’m not with the nobility anymore.” she paused thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Not that I ever tried to be.”


“It shows. I think if anyone at my home heard how you spoke, well, you’d have made Ma faint.” He laughed again, shaking his head.


“Huh?” Mireska tilted her head, antenna curling quizzically, “Did you come from nobility too?”


He looked to answer, but paused, shrugging, “Doesn’t matter where I came from now. No-one to tell me where to go or what to do. I do what I want.”


‘Well, doesn’t that sound familiar?’ Mireska hummed.


“You seemed to have calmed down.” Raum said. Mireska dug her fingers into the blanket, her mind already trying to scrounge up some anger at the notion of being ‘calm’. It didn’t happen. Instead, that pervasive heat was bubbling inside her again. His shirt was at her side, hidden beneath the blankets.


“I had a nap.” She said. A technical truth. She hid his shirt further down, “What did you want the seer orb for?”


He shrugged, “Wanted to see how my sister was doing. She should be fine, but y’know, once you’re forced out of your home you really can’t go back.” He paused, looking over to her, “What about you?”


“I’d use it to see where any of my bounty hunters were. How to escape them and how far away they were. They’d never be able to catch me.” A small chill bit at her neck. She sighed, murmuring, “They’d never be able to hurt me.”


“I’m sorry.”


Mireska sat straight, her head snapping to him. Her brows flew up at his words, and yet, a part of her felt that it shouldn’t come as a surprise. He’d used a poultice, which wasn't cheap, let her ride his horse, bought a room for her... 


Heat burned at her cheeks. It wasn’t of arousal, but of shame. Mireska didn’t apologize. The Dark Willow did not apologize. But this pit in her chest compelled her to. 


‘Ugh, fine!’


“I’m... sorry too.” Mireska bit her lip, looking away with closed eyes. It was getting worse. Thoughts of the evening earlier drifted into her mind. That harsh look. How his hand had slammed near her… 


She took a deep breath, lifting the blanket from her body, “Can… Can I share your bed?”


His brows flew up, and his jaw dropped, “Huh?”


‘Huh?’ Her mind dumbly repeated. Mireska squeezed her legs together nervously. ‘What’s going on with you girl? Is it the heat?’ 


“Just for tonight. I’m feeling…” She sighed, lips trembling a moment. ‘Lonely? Sad? Horrible? Ungodly horny?’ She looked over to him,  “...cold.”


“Uh, yeah, okay…” He laid back properly into the bed, petting the side of it for her. She quickly shuffled over, rushing across, hoping he couldn’t see well enough in the dark to see her soft, pliant thighs wobble.


She slid into his bed, naturally drawn towards his warmth. She knew that humans were warmer than Fae, but he was warm. He smelled great too. It was safe. The earlier faint scent of ale was stronger now. The human really went all out on the drinking. She didn’t mind. Mireska was known to drink her fair share of braggarts under the table.


He made a strangled noise, freezing up as she rested against him. 


‘How cute, getting all flustered with a woman in your bed.’ Mireska purred. She nuzzled into him, snuggling her back against his bare chest. Her thighs pressing back to rest against his. His hair tickled her bare legs, shuffling as she allowed herself to be spooned. Her bubble butt nestled perfectly in his waist. She bit her lip, feeling her bare skin brush over his pants. 


It took all her will not to start grinding on him. But pushing her butt softly against him once or twice wasn’t the same, right? She licked her lips, groaning softly as her libido kicked in full force.


“Didn’t think you’d get so touchy so quickly.” He chuckled, leaning back from her slightly. Mireska frowned, noting how he kept his arms and hands away from her. She rolled over, an impish grin on her lips.


“Maybe I’m in a mood.” She purred, resting her hands on his chest. 


He made a choked noise, but nothing more. Mireska giggled, licking her lips as she ran her fingers through his chest. Not giving him a chance to talk his way out of this, she whispered, "Why do you humans have so much hair on your body?"


"Do you not have hair?" He avoided the question with his own, much stupider, question. But she could feel his heart beat ever faster beneath her dainty hands. The way those dark eyes dilated. His breath fastened. She licked her lips, her black nails dug into his skin as she hummed thoughtfully.


"I don’t. The closest I have to hair are these leaves up here.” Mireska flicked her head slightly, letting her leafy head bounce with the motion. She continued, “They're not really leaves though, it's a bit complicated to explain, so I won't."


He grinned, "Not because you don't actually know?"


"I know what they are!" She growled, pulling her nails down his skin. He hissed, a flash of anger piercing his eyes. It faded in seconds. Mireska took a deep breath. It was that look again. One that sent a flash of heat through her belly.


"Do you?” Raum asked again, tone far more serious.  “Are they called leaves, or do they have a proper name in your native tongue? Or didn’t you pay attention in class?"


"You callin’ me stupid?" She went to rake her nails through his chest again. But his hands finally rose to grab her wrists.


"Ha. Ha." He dryly laughed. “No.”


Mireska felt her mouth run dry. Would he pin her down and…?


She grunted in disappointment as he let her go. The Fae huffed, "You didn't answer my question though."


He snorted, "What, about my hair?”


Mireska nodded. 


“Hm. To keep us warm, I guess. But with sheepskins, cotton wool and leathers keeping us warm, most people tend to trim, cut and shave their hair.” He shrugged,  “Usually to style it or keep it out of the way for work."


Mireska looked up, wondering if a different approach would work. One way or another, this human would satisfy her heat. It was only right he did that much, after taking away her treasure. She hummed, "Your hair is nice."


He gave her a confused look, before shaking his head, "Flirting isn't for me, princess."


“It's Mireska, not princess." She huffed.


"And my name is Raum." He flatly returned.


Mireska gently held his shoulder, pouting condescendingly, "Still going to call you Human."


"Whatever you want, princess." Raum laughed.


“Whatever I want?” She repeated with a pondering hum. A mischievous thought crept into her mind. She shuffled herself closer to him, until their faces were even. He made a stupid grunt, while Mireska purred, “What if, I want this?”


He made a noise of surprise as they kissed. It was a simple press of their lips, a chaste kiss only shared between lovers. It felt positively sinful. Human and Fae uniting together, it was only heard of from Fae parents who wanted pure, Fae grandchildren.


Mireska was delighted that she could get back to her family in such a way. She took further delight in how he finally returned her affections. His rough, chapped lips curled over hers. That beard was soft and nice against her cheeks and chin. But his smell most of all drove her on. His smokey scent mixed with delicious alcohol. 


She squeaked as his hands finally wrapped around her, and rolled them both over, deepening the kiss all the while. She moaned deeply, finding herself under his large frame. Her hips reflexively rolled up, rubbing her still-clothed pussy against him.


He parted the kiss not soon after. Both gasped deeply, clinging to each other, and staring into the other's eyes.


“We’re both almost completely naked y’know.” She purred. “It wouldn’t be wrong if we-”


"Mireska." 


She froze at his tone. That he didn’t call her ‘princess’ had her excitement and nerves halt in their tracks. He stared down at her with a severe look. He rolled off her, sitting on the edge of the bed. She whined, rolling her eyes and following him. 


"You have to know. I'm a wreck of a man. I've made bad choices. Killed man and monster in equal measure, deserving or otherwise. I’m someone trying for redemption, when they think none is deserved.” He paused, his sombre eyes hardened. Anger flared to life within his heart. Mireska shivered as he glared down at her, "But I'm still a man. You’ve been pissing me off all day, and now you want to sleep with me?” He chuckled darkly, “I won’t be gentle."


Mireska yelped as she was thrown from the bed, her bottom hit the floor with a thunk. She watched with wide, excited eyes as the human stood and fumbled with his belt. The silver buckle unclipped, leather slid around his waist. His gaze was stern, breath heavy and his big, burly arms flexed. The Fae swallowed thickly, only able to watch as his trousers fell in a heap. He stepped out of them unceremoniously, forcing her back, squarely pushed up against the cool wood. Silence fell between them. Her wings folded back, a slight shiver of fear crawled down her back, adding to the excitement the wet her thighs. 


“Take them off.” He gruffly said. Mireska distantly registered his words. Her mouth felt dry as her arms slowly rose, her fingers delicately sliding between his waist and underwear. The large, throbbing bulge that threatened to tear through the fabric left her breathless. 


“Wait, Raum, I-”


She winced as his hand banged loudly on the wall. His dark eyes were full of deep anger, waiting for an excuse to lash out. Mireska gulped, her shaking fingers reaching up.


‘I didn’t want it like this.’ She quietly whined. Though she had asked this of him, and her libido-ridden brain was mired deep in her own excitement and anxiety. What would he do next? Did she have a say? Was she going to be used?


All questions left her with answers that only led to one answer. She was going to be used like a set of pleasurable holes, and she had no say in the matter. Mireska bit her lip, not understanding why she was getting so horny thinking about it.


Nervous hands finally pulled his garment down, in a slow agonising pace. As it fell, a dense tuft of hair on his crotch was revealed. His musk hit her like a train. A heavy, sweaty, scent burned her nose, and branded her brain almost instantly. Golden eyes rolled back momentarily, her mouth falling open to take a deep breath, saving her from going too crazy from his scent.


The underwear came down faster, impatience dueling the Fae. She bit her lip, feeling her nipples rub against the fabric of her shirt. The Fae girl whimpered, eyes following back down to the object of her desires. Her eyes widened with each inch that passed. She took in each detail of his member, her eyes alight with shock. Veins followed the length like ropes, bulging out as they worked to engorge his cock. Fae didn’t have them, at least, not the ones she’d been with. 


Finally, after many inches of terrifyingly gorgeous cock was revealed, Mireska gasped in shock as it flung up. Clearly, the slow movement and her own, laboured breath and blushing face had stirred the human. His thick tower flew up, smacking her chin, leaving a trail of cockslime in its wake, before falling on her face with a heavy ‘thump’.


She couldn’t stop herself from shaking with pleasure this time. Mireska’s open mouth was the perfect seat for his heavy, full sack to sit in. Her button nose smushed by the sheer weight of his searing shaft. His human sweat infiltrated her nostrils, that human scent branded her throat without even pushing past her soft lips. Her lungs worked in overdrive as her breathing increased. Already his musk, which burned in the cool air like steamy clouds, had defeated her. 


‘Sniff. Sniff. Snifffffff.’ 


Mireska panted around his balls. She kissed and lapped at his balls, unable to stop snorting and sniffing his hung cock.


She whimpered as his cock lifted from her face. There wasn’t a moment to complain though. That fat human meat slapped down the full length of his shaft across her face. Precum splashed against her forehead. Mireska reflexively sent her tongue out, roughly lapping at his cum tanks. Raum grunted out his approval, slapping down his cock against her face, marking her forehead with more precum. 


Her thighs clenched and slid together, wet with pleasure already. The friction of her thong bit against her clit. The back of her mind quietly complained about the small size, but she was too hot to care. It felt good. 


It was only after a full minute of this could Mireska calm down. She pouted angrily up at him. Which proved ineffective, as the upper half of her face was covered in a sheen of precum.


"Wh-what, you think slapping your t-tiny dick on my face will do anything?" She stuttered, unable to stop her own heavy breath. Horny and angry went hand in hand for Mireska. In any other time, she’d figured it was why she could never have a boyfriend for more than a month.


But thinking wasn’t for someone in the midst of worship. Already, her horniness encouraged her to stuff her face deeper into his nuts. A suggestion that she took to heart, forgetting her words entirely.  Soft lips kissed against the flat of his dick with gusto. Her thighs squeezed together tighter. Deft hands finally found purpose, cupping his sack gently, rolling her thumbs against the sensitive skin. Her heat pulsed through her body, her rational thoughts draining with every hot breath of his cock stink.


    Human cock.
              So big. 
       Thick. Veiny~
                         It's getting bigger.
   Human cock.
                 Kiss it.
    Worship it.
                    Humans are awful~
           Smells good.
   Suck his balls sweetly.
                     Human cock~
Smells gross, so gross. 
       So good!
                Human cock.
           Kiss it.
   Clean it.
               So dirty. So smelly.
   Thick, nasty sperm.
                  Fill me up~!


“‘Tiny’?” He grunted out a small chuckle, breaking her away from her lusty, scattered thoughts. Again, his cock lifted up, slapping down into her face. She couldn’t hold back her moan, the heat in her face still not as hot as the human dick that slathered its seed across her face. She knew that a human's body temperature was higher than a Fae’s.


She didn’t know it felt that good.


“It’s bigger than anything you’ve taken, and you know it.” He growled, thrusting his cock against her face possessively. She moaned out again, feeling his cockslime spread from her nose and sliding down her eyelid. A sane part of her was glad it didn’t actually touch her eye. 


Mireska stared up at her human with adoring eyes, gasping as he thrusted against her face again. This time, her tongue lathered the underside of his cock, following his corded veins up to his cockhead, before gliding down to poke his sack. Her delicate pink fingers caressed his sperm tanks with increased fervor, following his slow thrusts. His testicles were fat and heavy. They felt like she was holding two oranges in each hand. The realization sent a tremor throughout her body, her already soaked slit spurting out femcum at the realization. She could not help the slight whimper that escaped her lips. She’d nearly cum at the thought of his balls being so large. 


She pulled back, taking in the full sight of his cock proper. Her small hands instinctively tried wrapping around the base of his fleshy rod. She couldn’t wrap her fingers around it fully, his throbbing dick too big to envelop with just her hands. 


Apparently she’d been staring far too long for his liking. Raum thrust forward again, grunting out his pleasure as her hands unintentionally jerked him off. What Mireska didn’t expect was his leaking cockslit pressing against her nose. Precum leaked into her nostril, sending the poor girl into a fit. His scent was too much. Human sweat and seed intermingled in her mind. Her thighs tightened until it hurt. Her pussy throbbed, and her clit burned with pleasure. 


Seconds that felt like minutes passed by. Her face tightened up, toes curled and her breathing halted altogether. She could do nothing while the uncaring, barbaric, strong human thrusted back and forth in her hands, sending more of his precum to stain her sense of smell. Her nerves were alight with pleasure. It was only until his dick stopped prodding her face did she calm down. 


‘I came from the smell alone.’ Mireska choked on her breath, stuffing more pungent scent into her nose. It wasn’t a mind-blowing orgasm, nor did it leave her in a stupor. But it was enough to leave nerves alight with electric pleasure. It was an omen. One of many more orgasms to come. Her mind raced with what her human could do to her. Such thoughts left her breath laboured, and heart beating in her ears. Her lip bitten down as she reverently looked up to her human. 


She jerked him off in earnest, fingers tightening around his wrist-thick, veiny member. His foreskin peeled from his head, revealing the angry, red bulb in its entirety. Now that she had a better view, she could see just how thick and chunky his precum actually was. Fae men could only cum once during their heat cycles. A small spurt that took a whole day to recharge.


This man looked like he was suffering from constant heat. His huge balls looked over inflated with virile seed, and his precum showed that. She lapped at his leaking pisshole without restraint. Beads of his seed were far thicker than anything she’d tasted before.


"That's it. Good girl." Raum growled, his thick, burly fingers gently running through her leafy hair. She shivered at the praise. Mireska’s mind was hot with lust, her hands curling around his cock. Her thumbs pressed into the fat bulge that ran the length on the underside of his shaft. It was absolutely engorged. A hose ready to shower her with its virile spunk. The thought of his seed splashing over her face had her grow hotter and hotter. Her thighs rubbing together was barely enough to keep her sane from the lust that crawled through her brain.


"For being such a mouthy pest all the time, you really know how to use that tongue." He grinned, carefully rubbing his hands over her leaves. She shivered at his words, moaning around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around. She lapped and sucked his thick pre, letting the scent and taste cling to memory.


He chuckled, his fingers trailing up her antenna. She gasped, eyes crossing and shoulders shaking. “If you wanted to fuck me so bad, we could have skipped all the tension.


"D-dammit, don't screw with me!” Mireska whined, her breath hot and needy as she stared up into his dark eyes. She growled, “Don’t get the wrong idea, you're going to be my toy tonight. I'm…” She bit her lip, eyes falling back to the leaking head, his cloudy precum dripping down to her fingers. A breathy moan escaped her soft, pink lips,  “Nnf… why is it so hot? And these veins are so– so thick!" 


‘I’ve never had someone this big…’ She internally whined, jerking his cock faster. Short breaths became dirty snorts of the heady musk emanating from his shaft.  His fingers pinched at the tips of her antenna, earning another shudder of pleasure. She lapped along the length of his cock, slurping up his precum and leaving a trail of spit.  Her nose pressed into his thick bush of pubes. 


Mireska’s brain turned off, her hands jerking him off faster and faster, and her lungs begging for more of his scent.


‘Sniiiiiif! Sniiiiif! Snoooooooort!!!’


"Fuck, do you really like smelling me that much?” He hissed, his thick cock twitching on the side of her face. She reared back, her own embarrassment speaking to her louder than lust.


"I-I'm not sniffing you. You're obviously hearing things." She turned away, her hands still busy with his vascular length. Mireska growled, bringing his cock back to her face, his thick, red cock tip wet with spit and pre, "Rrgh. It's nothing I can't take! Quit taunting me with your full… thick… cock. Balls as big as my fists. Nngh… Why is it so musky?" 


Her angry facade dropped, her mouth falling open as she swallowed the head of his cock. Already, her jaw felt stretched beyond comfort. But his seed called to her. Her cheeks concaved as she sucked, with one hand cupping and kneading his balls, and the other fallen to her thong-covered pussy. Her juices soaked the fabric through, and her thighs slick with her honey. 


"So you do like the smell.” Raum’s large, human hands tightened around her head, pulling her forward. He grinned, “I’d wondered what you’d done with my shirt."


An embarrassed flush instantly burned across her face. “You knew…?”


“No. But you’ve told me enough. I thought you were trying to get back at me for something stupid. Now, I’m thinking you stuffed your pretty pink head in there and you’d cum your nympho brains out.” He grinned, laughing mockingly. “Am I right?”


"Fuck o-!” She’d only been off his dick for half a second, before his hands gripped her head and yanked her back down. “Mmnah!"


"You don't speak to me that way, princess." His words turned to a deep, gravelly growl. Ice travelled down Mireska’s back under his glare, his sharp teeth on full display as a show of dominance. It was working.


‘Oh.’ Her mind blanked for only a moment, a long, whining moan muffled around his cock. Amber eyes glazed over, shivering  he pulled her down his fat, human cock until it tickled the back of her throat. She gagged, kickstarting her brain into action. Anger flared up, and she reared her head back, fighting his strong grip.


"I'll speak when I- Ack!" His cock forced past her lips and down her throat. Spittle sprayed out onto the human’s legs and crotch. She nearly retched from the suddenness of it all, but her hand at her pussy eagerly slipped between her folds. She stared down the human’s impressive log, eyes watering with pained desires. Only a few inches of his massive member had breached her eager, sucking lips, and already it felt like her jaw was going to snap.


"Speak when I give you permission." He punctuated this with a brutal thrust, knocking Mireska back into the wall. His barbaric hands gripped into her leaves without care, earning a muffled cry from the Fae. He pulled back, letting the Fae splutter and breathe. 


"Make me- nnnngah!" She cried out as he released her leaves in favour of gripping her sensitive antenna. He carelessly pulled them up, leaving the girl to gasp and whimper; her mouth open wide.


"I will do more than that, make you, Princess." He looked down at her with a strange expression. Almost anger, yet, but clearly taking some sadistic pleasure from this.


Mireska wanted more, and it became quickly apparent to her that being bratty was the key. She giggled nervously, wincing as he squeezed her antenna like reins. "You don't have the- hyaaah!!!"


Electric pain shocked down Mireska’s body has he tore at one her antenna. She rose with his hand, trying to alleviate the pain, until she stood to her tiptoes. She could barely keep an eye open, to witness the cold fury in the human’s eye. The fear that built inside her only fueled the lust within.


"You will learn to be silent.” He whispered with a warning tone. “Am I understood?"


"Fuck y-! Urgh!" His other hand slammed against her throat. his fingers and thumb squeezing at the sides of her slender, perfect neck. He continued this for nearly a minute, but for Mireska, it felt like an age had gone by. Pain shot down from her antenna throughout her whole body, screaming at her to make it stop. While her lungs could breathe, her jugulars were being squeezed. Blood could no longer reach her brain. Her lips prickled first. Then her toes and fingers. Soon her eyes were vacant. Her body went slack. A word soundlessly left her lips. 


‘Cumming-!’


Her core burst with pleasure, a spray of her juices ruining the last of her dignity.


Mireska gasped as her neck was released. His hand fell to the collar of her shirt. In one clean, swift motion (and no small amount of arousing strength), he tore the shirt off her body. Her body shook, her body only clad in a thong, her pert breasts in the open air. Her faded pink nipples were hard in the cool, but more so from his rough touch. She was unceremoniously dropped to the ground. Her body shook slightly as the tail-end of an orgasm wracked her body. 


‘I… came? I didn’t even… Did I pass out?’ Mireska stared up at Raum, who still held that cold, apathetic gaze. Eyes drifted down, and she shivered, her slick sex begging to be ruined by that human cock. To surrender herself to be used only by humans. Mireska bit her lip, ‘Oh, fuck, what I have I gotten myself into?’


She coughed as air filled her lungs too quickly. Her antenna flinched in the air, sore from being treated so harshly. Raum laughed mockingly. Standing over her properly, and resting his fat, human dick on her face. She cooed, already fast at work with worshipping his long member with her tongue.


“Now, have you learned to obey?" He tenderly asked, rubbing his palm affectionately across her cheek. 


Something stirred in Mireska, ideas of romance and love. A night of passion that was gentle, sweet and caring. She considered the thoughts carefully, wondering if such a thing was for her. The Fae hummed, looking up to the human with cute, doting eyes.


"You have a small dick.” She smiled adorably.


Mireska had less than a second to process that both his hands gripped her head with the force to crush a coconut. She had even less time to realize her gag reflex completely failed her, as his behemoth dick and slammed down into her mouth, and stretched out her throat. Six inches of eye-watering cock, barely more than half his full length, had reamed her throat.


"You don’t learn, do you?” Raum growled, eyes wide and furious. Mireska shrank under that gaze. Her throat clamped down around the intruding shaft. Humans really were hotter than Fae, it was like she’d swallowed a rod of hot iron. He thrusted back and forth, the tip of his cock dragging along the lining of her oesophagus. She choked and cried, both her hands busy rubbing her soaked pussy as he used her mouth. He grunted, “You've made the mistake of thinking you could casually tempt me. What comes next is your fault."


Her eyes flashed wide open as more of his cock delved deeper into her mouth. She couldn’t pull away, her panicked words muffled as she tried to speak, "Whai- bee entle! Your dihhhc ish– hurrk!"


The light in her eyes faded as the back of her head hit the wall. With one, mighty thrust, the human’s crotch slammed into Mireska’s nose. The entire length of the man’s monstrously thick cock, which had nearly broken her jaw, was speared well past her chest. A fat bulge was visible the whole way down her slender neck, and pushing her collarbone. 


"Fuck yeah… I love it when a bitch's throat squeezes me. Been too long..." He groaned, slowly thrusting his hips back and further. Only an inch of his cock would be released from her lips. He growled, “Don’t forget to work that tongue, princess.” 


‘Gluark~’


Mireska made a small noise. Her vision was hazy past the tears, which crawled down her cheeks like steady streams. What shocked Mireska the most, was that she was loving it. She breathed for air that never came, any oxygen that could reach her lungs, was thick with his cock scent. Her nose was buried deep in his pubes. Her tongue peaked past her lower lip and his cock, gliding side to side under that engorged tube. His huge testes slapped her dainty chin with every slight thrust he gave.


‘Shlip~Shlip~Shlip~Shlip~!’


“Good girl. Finally learning how to shut up.” He laughed cruelly, patting her head like a dog. She growled, eyes narrowing on him. Her teeth threatened to press down on his cock.


‘Bang!’


Mireska’s vision spun for a moment. His hips had slammed forward again, her head smashing against the wooden wall behind.


“Wrong move, princess.” Was all the warning she’d gotten.


Both his hands took her antenna, using them like leashes as he thrust violently out of her mouth. It wasn’t slow or deliberate, but it allowed her to breathe. Half of his fat human dick would pull from her throat, leaving slimy trails of precum along. Every time his hips would collide with her face, wads of spit would build up like misty bubbles, coating her lips and chin with her own thick saliva. They trailed along her neck, a messy river of thick saliva wetting her small breasts. His balls slapped against her wet chin with greater force, slapping in a fast, steady rhythm.


"Hurk gurk gurk gack–!" 


Mireska gagged along, eyes squinted and throat reamed. She gagged and coughed around his cock, her spit splashing against her cheeks, and leaving thick strands along his conquering rod. 


Her hands furiously tended to her aching pussy. She could feel her womb pulsing with greedy need. If she could move, she’d have pulled her annoying thong off and masturbated like crazy, while her mouthpussy was treated so roughly. 


A switch was flipped in Mireska’s mind. Gone was the bratty bitch, and gone was the cruel, thieving Dark Willow. Now there was only a Fae ‘princess’, having her slutty lips curl around his cock properly. Her jaw widened as far as it possibly could go. She sucked down on his cock, forcing her face forward as he tried to pull back. He hissed under his breath, murmuring his approval as she noisily slurped at his shaft.


‘Shlurp, shlurp, schlurp. Hurk…! Schlurp, shlurp, shlrip!’


His cruel laughs and grunts turned to groans. That grip on her antenna released, in exchange for her head once more. She felt his knees bend, and his body shuddered. His cock flexed deep in her throat. It was coming. He was cumming. His thrusting became faster- needier. "Been too long. I'm gonna–"


Mireska’s eyes widened. An overwhelming need urged her on. Her lips tightened, her cheeks concaved and her tongue messily lapped at his slapping balls and slimy shaft. 


Her only warning was a long, deep groan. A messy, soaked hand rose from her pussy, and cupped his sack as he reached his climax. She felt it in her hands first. The tightening of his virile sack. His cum churned noisily, flooding his pipe. Mireska was spurred on, stuffing his nose into his crotch, slurping his shaft with vigor.


"Schlurp~! Schulpschulpschulp-SHLOORP!!!"


Mireska sputtered, gasping for air as his thick, human cock was wretched from her tight, sore throat Thick strands of her own spit connected from his dick, sagging under their own weight, and wetting her chest.. He’d pulled back, staring down at her expectantly. She said nothing, her  mouth held open, and tongue out wide, she watched in awe as his cock throbbed powerfully. She quickly took her other hand from her cunt, and jerked his powerful saliva-plastered shaft fast. 


He was groaning like a mad bull, his dick looked like it belonged to such a beast. It pulsed and twitched under her attentive touch, before finally, he came.


Her core shook as that first wad of searing hot cum splashed squarely against her tongue and cheeks. She could’ve sworn it burnt her skin. Thick, clumpy semen splattered across her face. Another rope of his seed marked her neck and breasts. Each spurt of his cum was just as thick and copious as the last. He marked her face as his property. His breeding jelly went so far as to seep into her crown of rosy leaves, trailing down into her head. Mireska was far too braindead from the brutal facefucking to care.  


It was only after fifteen seconds of his continued orgasm, did he finally coax her to his leaking cumslit. Mireska groaned as he thrusted the head of his virile shaft into her mouth. Which dutifully sucked, lapping her tongue over the slit, treating his urethra like a straw. 


She popped off with her lips pursed closed, with a stray pube poking from the corner. Mireska squeaked as her human suddenly held her chin, grunting.


"Good princess. Don’t swallow just yet.” He sweetly said. Mireska knew he’d meant it in a demeaning way. Raum intended to humiliate her, and she couldn’t wait to find out how. He smirked, ”Now, clean yourself up. I don’t want you staining the bed.”


She nodded slowly, her breath noisy through her nose. With shaky hands, she slid her fingers across her body, scooping up his chunky swimmers, inevitably lathering herself in both his seed and her own saliva like a natural soap. Mireska shivered as her aching pussy was absolutely dripping with need. Forced to slurp his seed… it was gross. Disgusting. Unfitting for her kind, more befitting of a debased human.


It turned her on so damn much.


She licked her fingers clean of his seed, scooping the last from her face. Her saliva and, most abundantly, his seed were held in a brew of bodily fluids. It invaded every crack and crevice of her mouth, staining her tongue with its taste. Mireska swished it around, making a show of his burning hot seed with an open mouth, letting her tongue peek through his breeding juices, and bubbling it past her lips, only to suck it back into her mouth. He slowly jerked his limping cock back to life at the display, humming his approval all the while.


"Damn, it really has been a while." He murmured. Once more he took her chin, forcing her mouth closed. Again, Mireska was met with that cold stare. 


"Swallow." He ordered.


She did so. Swallowing thickly, groaning as she felt that heat travel down her chest. All that virile seed was fed into her stomach. Her womb throbbed, letting the Fae know where it should go next. Mireska shivered, feeling all that searing seed hit her belly. She shivered, fluttering her amber eyes open, meeting the man’s hardened gaze.


"Show me." He ordered once more. 


Mireska opened her mouth, and splayed her tongue. Naught but her own spittle remained.


"Good." He smiled, his hands gently caressing her cheeks. Mireska giggled drunkenly at his delicate touch. They fell down to her neck, his calloused fingertips dragging down her bruised skin.


In a blur of movement, his arms wrapped around her torso, and threw her onto the bed. She squealed cutely in shock, spreading her legs almost instinctively as he crawled over her. Mireska moaned as his fat human cock pressed against her toned belly. 


"Now, round two." He smirked, pulling his hips back, sawing his cock between her pussy lips. She giggled again, holding his shoulders in her small hands. The way those muscles curled with every small movement, had her biting her lip in anticipation. His scent rolled off him like steam in the cool air. Mireska took it all in with greedy breaths. The taste of his seed clung to her tongue, and now his scent was permanently marked on her skin. All she had was devotion in her mind, and some unfathomable feeling in her heart.


She felt owned. Leashed. Controlled. This roughness was a new, intoxicating feeling. None of the other Fae she’d tried fucking had ever treated her like this. They were always two-pump chumps, or whimps who wanted to ‘take it slow’.


Mireska understood. It took a human to own her. A human could learn, adapt and deliver. Already her sweet honey flowed from her tender flower, which begged to be spread, fucked and filled. Her hips shook, grinding against his cock, letting her human know she was ready. Ready to be broken for anyone else. For anyone who wasn’t a rugged, human stud.


Still, she yearned for that anger. Mireska felt like a rubber band, pulled out and stretched, with all this pent up energy that she couldn’t release. When Raum had slammed his hand next to her head, she knew she needed to feel it for herself. To feel someone put here in her place. His sadism was the perfect cure to her masochistic needs. 


Which is why the mischievous Fae leaned up to his ear, whispering, “If you think you can muster up the stamina for another round.” 


A deep, contemplative hum rumbled from his chest. "I think we're going to work on your attitude first."


Too easy~


Mireska cried out as she was roughly flipped under him. Her fat bottom and thick thighs jiggled, her cheeks clapping together. She shivered, feeling his rough fingers grab the thin band of her thong. He followed the band down, picking at the fabric from between her bubble butt, his knuckles purposely brushing against her dark pink pucker. Mireska groaned, loving the way the fabric bit into her engorged lips. Her clit was brushed by the wet fabric, sending little shocks of pleasure through her tummy.


His cock lowered between her thighs, the slimy head slipping between her pliant skin. She shivered, feeling his weight on her upper back, all while holding himself up, and tugging at her underwear.


"You think you're entitled to what you want.” He darkly whispered, the grip on her thong tightening, “Allow me to prove you wrong."


His hand wrenched back, pulling her ass up with the force. She cried out, her poor pussy unprepared to take such abuse. Fabric tore, unable to compensate for the sudden tearing, and snapped off, revealing her soaked flower in all its drenched glory. She groaned deeply as he adjusted himself, resting his log of fuckmeat between her ass. He finished the job with both hands on her waistband, tearing off the useless fabric and throwing it away.


“Better.” He gruffly said, idly thrusting his cock against her ass. She whined, feeling hot precum seep between her cheeks, wetting her asshole. Mireska felt his arms wrap around her stomach, and cooed as he rested his chest against her. Her antenna twitched as he nibbled at her ears, his hands rising to grope her pert breasts. She gasped as he slowly rolled his hips, his hot fuckmeat brushing between her jiggly ass.


“There’s no escaping now.” He growled, then switched to her other ear, “You are mine.”


He punctuated his words by sinking his teeth into her ear, and taking her throat with one hand, and gripping her breast tighter. The familiar, choking pain shot through her again, and her own body responded instinctively. She tried shaking him off, her whines reaching a high pitch, then faded away to a choked gasp. No matter how much she struggled, his grip only tightened. Warped pleasure prickled at her skin. Her sodden heat tightened, just as her dainty throat did. Her struggles only served to flex her ass around his truncheon cock, practically jerking him off as he thrusted, grunting around her ear.


She slackened in his grip, eyes growing faint as breath became a distant memory. Her body had submitted to him. Betrayed by her own flesh, as pleasure and pain mixed into a cocktail of addictive sensations.


Only when she stopped her struggle, could she find herself breathing properly again. She ground her ass up against him, moaning as his rough fingers stroked her bruised neck. 


A gentle kiss touched her cheek.


“Huh?” She drunkenly looked at the human.


His large, brutish hands held her chin, his fingers pressed into her cheeks as he forced her to look into his eyes.


"Submit, Fae." He growled softly, his lips delicately descended on hers. He lifted himself up, slowly pulling her shoulder for her to roll under him. With her arms free, she wrapped them around his neck, deepening their kiss. They both groaned and gasped into the other's mouth, holding onto the other like their lives depended on it. Unable to contain himself, the human thrust his throbbing dick along her needy lips. It was fuel to their fire of passion. His hands grabbed at her hips, guiding himself along her cunt. Simultaneously, Mireska’s fingers dug into his strong, muscled back, shivering and moaning like a street slut as his fiery hot precum spread along her pussy.


'Dumb human! Doing as you will with me, like one of your trophies to show off to other humans… nngh… why do you taste so good?


Their lips parted, with both Fae and Human gasping for air. Raum had his eyes closed, focusing purely on the pleasure running through his cock from her pussy lips alone. Mireska meanwhile stuffed her face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply of his scent.


“So warm, nnf, smells good, ooooh...” She whispered, kissing his neck, leaving her own marks on him. She sniffed and lapped at his skin, tasting his raw, human scent. His rough hands had reached around, groping her ass. Tough fingers dug into the soft fat of her pink cheeks. Her tongue lathered against his strong neck, a deep groan following, as her eyes fell near-closed. He handled her roughly, gripping down on her ass, pulling apart her cheeks and stretching her tight rosebud.


Mireska whined pitifully as he pulled back. Her eyes drifted from the small purple marks she’d left, and over to his arms. His hands pushed against the bed on either side of her head. Those dark eyes, which held some spark of agitation, were softer now. He’d still kept some part of the anger, but it was clearly a facade. Too much pleasure coursed through him. That fat pillar of human cock twitched and oozed a thick stream of cum, staining her cunt with his desires. Like some primal piece of his mind had taken over, losing the sense to harm its mate, and know only the need to impregnate the woman beneath them. 


Mireska shivered under that gaze. The violence she’d once seen in his eyes was replaced by something far more enticing. Something far more dangerous. He wanted to breed. Mireska couldn't find it in her to argue the fact.


Wordlessly, her hand went between their bodies, gently taking his shaft in her fingers. She bit her lip, only able to look at him with hot and heavy breaths, which he shared in tandem. His cock lined up with her slit, which was almost aching from being teased for so long. Their bodies knew, deep down, that this was the moment where they’d become one. The prospect of such a thing sent cold fear in her heart, but it was cast aside by the fires of lust.


But such things weren’t for her, not this night at least. She wanted to be used. Abused even. Something dark and twisted fed those desires to be harmed physically. But like a morphed parallel to such darkness, a part of her needed care and even… something like love. 


Was that what horrified her? To be openly loved, not as a friend, but as something more?


‘Fuck that.’ Mireska huffed angrily, features twisting across her face.


“What, waiting for permission? Aren’t you the big bad human coming to fuck some poor, defenseless woman?” She ranted, her hand shifting down lower, grasping his fat balls. “You're just my pleasure toy tonight, idiot. It’s what I deserve after what you did today!”


That twisted anger spread through the human’s body like a rapturous curse. His muscles tightened. His teeth clenched together. Everything about him screamed physical power. That primal breeding urge in his eyes mixed with fury, all culminating into one course of action.


Mireska nearly fainted as his cock slammed into her slick, wet heat. 


Both their moans came as angry growls. Her hands squeezed down on his sack, a devious idea forming in that moment.


‘So you want to breed, huh? Let’s make sure you do it properly.’ The Dark Willow grinned madly, a surge of maroon energy coursing from her hand into his cum tanks. They surged with power, growing ever bigger in her hand. He must have felt it, as his thrust halted midway. He grunted, eyes flinching closed. 


Her other hand quickly got to work on her lower belly, just where her crotch met her waist. A dark seal branded into her skin. Rational thoughts abandoned the Fae woman. A black heart shape was sealed into her skin, with twisting thorns and red roses blooming across it. Merely showmanship, as the spell itself was purely focused on her womb. Ensuring that whatever he had to give, would-


He  slammed his wrist thick cock into her greedy snatch. Her womb already descended as far as possibly, was now crushed back up. She lifted her ass up, her spine curling and feet pushing her legs up into the air as a silent scream left her lips.


Raum growled, one hand holding her hip like a handle, and the other dug into her breast, his fingers squeezing and pulling at the sore flesh. She squealed like a bitch as his truncheon cock sunk deeper. He groaned as his crotch mashed against hers, his mammoth sized balls slapped against the curve of her ass.


“You… are mine!” The hand on her breast released its grip, only to come swatting down against her sensitive tit. She cried out, her sweet honey squirting against his crotch. Her pubic mound was ground into by the human grinding hips, her clit suffering in pleasure and pain as he roughly mashed himself in her insides. 


"I won't, fuck~ Mmm~, I won’t submit," Her breath was shaky, groaning as his hands bit into her plump thighs, pulling the back of her knees up, “to a human…”


She gasped out as her knees touched her shoulders, her already stretched out pussy contracting around his cock in the new position. His weight shifted, his knees digging into the bed, rearing his hips back until half of his cock was bare to the world. Her juices were thick and cloudy, a testament to her own arousal and heat.


"Struggle as you want. But after this, your cunt won’t be satisfied without me." He snarled, pulling her legs even further, lifting her ass into the air, and subsequently sinking an inch of his throbbing member into her needy pussy. Even half submerged into her greedy cunt, her womb was still mashed into her body. Mireska could have sworn cervix was suckling on his cockhead, begging to be seeded. To be bred. He glared down at her, smiling viciously, "After tonight, you will belong to a human."


Her eyes rolled up at his words. She tried to thrust her hips up into him, but she wasn’t given any leverage to move. Her ass was already lifted, her spine bent in an unnatural way, and her legs were held in his vice-like grip next to her head. Her vagina spasmed around his shaft, milking it for everything it could give. But her body shook as an orgasm ruptured her senses. His scent was permanently washed into her brain. And now, as beads of his sweat dripped onto her cumstained body, and his cock which marked her soaked velvet walls with a thick deluge of precum, flowing like syrup, and swallowed up by her greedy womb.


It was no wonder she was cumming her brains out, in a low, whimpering moan.


‘This is bad. This is really, really bad~♡’


He laughed through her orgasm, mocking and boisterous. He owned her. He owned her completely. Her body, her mind and her senses. Mireska knew she couldn’t go to having one-night stands with Fae men anymore.  


‘I’m a slut for human cock now~♡” She squealed happily as he sunk his thick, S-class fuck pole into her hot pussy. His balls clapped noisily against her ass, her own half-dried spit leaving strands that had connected them together. Mireska could only hold onto her human’s shoulders for dear life. She was taken for a ride as he left her womb battered and bruised. But no matter how much pain she thought it would cause, it only brought her higher and higher to her next climax.


‘Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack~’


“Yeah, that’s it.” He groaned, licking his lips. Those long, deep thrusts were kept at an agonizingly fast pace. All Mireska knew with sex was some tender touch and gentle lovemaking. This was different. He groaned as he maintained pace, his dumb human dick twitching inside her.  Raum chuckled darkly, “I’d pictured having you under me like this all night.”


“Yeah?” Mireska murmured hotly, “all night?”


“Yeah.” He answered, like it was some foregone conclusion. Mireska moaned louder, his dick throbbed powerfully within her. He fastened the pace, a constant smacking of his balls against her ass, and the noisy ‘schlick’ of her snatch echoed around them. His breath was quick and scattered, one eye closed fully as he strained against his own release. “I’m going to, ‘rgh’ ruin this ungrateful cunt... and make sure your womb only accepts Human cum. You got that?!”


“Yesh!” Mireska drunkenly shouted, her eyes growing wide, tears staining the corners of her eyes. Some small part of her wanted him to pull out. To not turn her into some human seedbed. It was overshadowed by the bratty Fae princess, who held him tighter, her legs falling over his shoulders. Her slutty giggles were a melody for him, encouragement to do it. To breed her ungrateful cunt. “Ruin me, pleash~!”


Her high pitched mewls had the man above her rut deeper between her lips. His pace turned frantic, his breathing stunted, and his arms tightened around her.


“Cumming…!” Both his eyes slammed shut. His body shuddered, and with one last, might thrust, he bottomed out inside her. Balls deep, resting against the crook of her ass as they visibly contracted. Raum shuddered, falling atop her, enveloping her in a tight, hot hug. 


‘Sprrrrccht~ Sprrrrccht~ Sprrrrccht~ Sprrrrccht~’


“Holy shit!” He gasped hotly, groaning deep into her ear as his cock flexed against her walls. Her cervix, beaten and bruised into submission, now enveloped his head, creating a pressure around his cumslit, greeting sucking his seed. 


Mireska saw stars in her vision as the first wave of hot, chunky cum burst into her babymaker. His orgasm didn’t relent after only a few seconds. It endured. His balls throbbed with life, his virile spunk spraying directly against her most sacred entrance. Her own climax stole away her vision. Her legs had wrapped around his back, her heels digging into his hips, locking him in place. The Fae’s expression had turned manic, her tongue lolling out against his neck, her eyes rolled up and a wide, mind-broken smile split cheek to cheek.


‘Sprrrrccht~Sprrrrccht~Sprrrrccht~Sprrrrccht~’


Mireska cooed, feeling that flaming, gooey substance fill her womb further and further, not a single drop leaking out her spongey cavern. Instead, the heart shaped mark on her stomach flared to life. Her stomach began to grow. He kept himself locked atop her. There was nowhere for his cum to escape. Every rope of his semen came out in long, jelly-like clusters. 


A tiny baby-bump turned into a ballooning bulge. Her once taut stomach inflated with cum, growing larger as he came  and came. 


Mireska cooed dumbly, unsure of when her orgasm started and when it ended. Or if it was still going and she’d simply gone full circle from dumb slut to rational bitch. Her hands tightened around his back, her legs plopping onto the bed tiredly.


Mireska stuffed her face into the crook of his neck once more, biting into his neck as she spasmed around him. Minutes passed by, and she’d remained a simple cockwarmer for his still-erect member. She’d come to the conclusion that her sanity dangled by a threat, and all that kept her together was his taste and thick scent. Her skin was washed by his sweat, keeping them both in a lock of heated, moist flesh.


“Dammit, Princess,” He finally grumbled, “What did you- nngh!”


His body tightened against her. Mireska groaned as he pulled his dick out, or at least, he tried to. No more than six inches had vacated her tight, pink flower, and he slammed back in, his body shaking again. Mireska cried out, unprepared for such stimulation after being inside her so long.  Her tongue flopping out against his hot skin, her eighth orgasm tearing through her mind. The string of her sanity finally cut loose.


‘SPLRRRRRRRRRCHT!!!’


Semen blasted her already filled womb. Her magical womb tattoo was shining a bright purple, its design already put into practice. A lewd spell, created to allow the womb to accept all the cum shot into it. It wouldn’t let go. Her belly had grown to the point where Raum was pushed up. Her belly button was now a diamond-shaped crease with how much cum was dumped into her body.


He reared back with a powerful grunt. Her greedy pussy wasn’t keen on letting go, and she hissed as he nearly forced her inside out. 


Both of them breathed heavily, their eyes both hooded and staring at one another. Mireska drunkenly giggled, running her hands over her cumflated stomach. She looked at least four months pregnant. The Fae was happy to pull off a spell like that in the middle of getting her brains turned to slop. None of his seed leaked from her gaping hole. 


She bit her lip hungrily  as he took her chin in his large hands, glaring down at her. He grunted, “What did you do?”


“I-I… enchanted your balls to make more…” Mireska murmured.


"I see.” The human’s broad hands fell to her hips. “Not enough that you wanted to get dicked down by a human, but you also want to get knocked up by one.” He laughed darkly, giving her a mocking look, “Our kids are going to be human, you know. Fae mixes with Human, sure, but there are no obvious Fae traits.” He leaned over her imposingly,  smirking with glinting eyes. She shivered as he licked his lips, his voice coming out as a dark, corrupting whisper, “I think I’ll make you my breeding sow."


"A human child…” Mireska shivered, her fingers already falling between them, playing with her sore, gaping cunt,  “I'm going to–!”


“That’s it, isn’t it? This is what you’ve wanted all day.” He shook his head, sneering, “Even going so far to enchant my balls. Go on! Say you wanted a Human to fuck you dumb! Admit it!”


Mireska groaned deeply. Her body was on fire. Every word he spoke added fuel to the inferno of lust. She giggled like a depraved slut, her hands splayed through his chest, weaving into his chest hair. She took in every drop of his dominant, human scent.


“Yes…” She quietly admitted. 


A hand swatted against her cheek, twisting her head to the side into the sheets. She gasped deeply, a spray of femcum splashing between her shiver thighs.


“Louder.” He snarled, stirring Mireska’s brain into overdrive.


“Yes~! Yes, I wanted your thick, stupid human cock inside me! I wanted you to split me open, and fuck me hard and deep! I wanted all your stupid human cum to fill my womb! I wanted a human to fuck me so hard I can’t think!”


Mireska squealed noisily as she was thrown around, and dragged up by the hips. Her belly quietly sloshed with his jelly-like seed. The pressure from him being atop her, and her poor tummy being squeezed against the bed, created a maddening feedback loop of pleasure. Ordinarily, when the body was stretched this fast and this big, the body would feel only pain. Instead, there was only a diluted pleasure. 


‘Being pinned down and ruined makes that part of the spell pretty fucking null and void...’ The last remnant of Mireska’s sanity muttered.


His cock slammed deep into her aching, reamed out cunt. Her juices slick and creamy, her twat ready and welcoming for his behemoth shaft. Her arms collapsed into the bed, her unmarked cheek shoved into the sheets, his hand digging deep into her leafy head.


“Then turn off your brain already, slut!” He roared out, slamming deep into her sloshing womb. His fingertips tickled her innermost leaves. More akin to the membranes of her clit. Ironically, his touch was doing more than enough to leave her drooling, brainless bitch in heat. His free hand came down violently on her exposed ass, her fatty pillow shaking down to her thighs. 


Smack~! Smack~! Smack~! Smack~! Smack~! Smack~!


“Give it all up for a human! Let everyone know who you belong to. Let my scent mark you as taken!”


“Yesh~♡” Mireska cried out, licking her lips as she was so thoroughly fucked. She felt complete. That roughness was everything she needed, and it didn’t even occur that she’d wanted it.


“Shit…! You feel so fucking good. Fae pussies were made for human cock.”


“Yessh… My pusshy ish all for you~♡” Mireska drunkenly slurred, her eyes rolling back as an endless orgasm rattled her very heart. Her skin was electric; sparking with pleasure at any touch. Her thighs were soaked, her ass was sore from his hips constantly slamming against them, and most of all, her womanhood, once only reserved for members of her own race, was being reamed, spread and destroyed by a fat, veiny, human cock.


“You wanna get filled up? Then… here. You. Go!!!” He speared into her burning sex with enough force to slam her hips into the bed. Locked in the pronebone position, she whined behind closed lips. His engorged sack tightened powerfully against her sopping slit, her twitching clitty was completely covered by his cum tanks, burned by his natural heat. 


Her eyes were hooded, her body trembling with another explosion of pleasure flooding her tired body. Tears streaked from her eyes. Too many orgasms in such a short time had overloaded her. She cried in utter bliss, and some small, quiet part of her feared she’d never experience such sinful interspecies sex. He grunted into her ear, groaning his pleasure unashamedly. Hot breath flushed against her reddened cheek; the pain from his slap tingling still. The familiar flex of his veiny member noisily emptied his load directly into her greedy womb.


‘SPLRRRRCHT! SPLRRRRCHT! SPLRRRRCHT! SPLRRRRCHT!’


She groaned, her eyes visibly shaking in her sockets as her belly was pumped with his seed. Her belly went from halfway into pregnancy, to balloonin out well beyond the realms of reason. Her stomach stretched out past her sides, her skin shiny with sweat. She twitched under him, her hands slowly resting on the curve of her belly. She giggled stupidly, “My tummy is sho round.”


Raum groaned deeply, pushing himself up. Mireska cooed as her belly pushed her up. His rubbed raw dick still pressed into her slurping cervix. She felt his hand pull her onto her side, her belly jiggling as she rested in his embrace; her pussy remaining a cocksleeve for his conquering member.


“Ish getting bigger?” She slurred, running her palm gently over her swelling belly. The mark on her womb was practically shining a beacon of purple light. Her mind-fucked brain sloshed uselessly in her skull, her tongue numb and her eyes half-open, “Ohhhhh,  I’m pregnant, hehehe... I’m preggersh. Hehehehe...”


She turned her head slightly to meet Raum’s gaze, “I’m gonna have a human baby~♡ A human conquered me~♡ I’m so happyyyyy~♡”


He smiled in amusement, wrapping his arms gently around her neck. She swooned in his embrace, pulling an arm up to her nose.


“You shmell sho good.” She murmured, taking deep whiffs of the curve of his elbow. His chest rumbled as he laughed, leaving small kisses on her slapped cheek. She hummed as he gave her some quiet apologies. For whatever reason. That slap was really good.


She squeaked as his cock finally vacated her tight core. His erection had finally softened, and the curse had finally subsided. Mireska didn’t have such luck. Her vagina was still spread out, the cool chill on her slick walls leaving her wincing at the foreign sensation. 


The cool chill brought her down from her sexual high. She blinked, poking her cumflated tummy with a tired sigh.


“What’s wrong?” He mumbled.


“...pty it.”


He leaned up, “Huh?”


She huffed, sluggishly grabbing his hand and putting it on her searing hot stomach. She looked at him meaningfully. 


“Gotta empty it…” She repeated, her neck hot with embarrassment. 


He made a noise of realization. She whined, hiding her face in her hands. “I wasn’t thinking…”


“Well,”  He shuffled his way out of the bed. “It was hot.”


“Creep.” She accused, her voice lacking any barb to her words. He chuckled, scooping her up into his arms. She squawked at the sudden reminder of his strength. 


He approached the door, expertly opening the handle with his knee. She tried to voice her concern for being naked and, well, the current state of her belly. But it fell on deaf ears as he took her out into the hall, beelining it for (what she hoped was) the showers.


Her fears of being seen were already warranted. She found, to her shock, another Fae woman staring at her slack jaw. The woman had a purple hue to their skin, and wide, shocked green eyes. The purple Fae muttered something in Sylvan, obviously scandalized. Mireska rolled her amber eyes in annoyance, flipping off the woman over Raum’s shoulder.


The purple Fae flushed and gasped, her eyes trailing down from her flipped bird, and down to Raum’s taut butt. Mireska’s eyes widened, and she audibly hissed at her, her lips snarling as her teeth bit down into Raum’s neck.


He grunted in pain, and Mireska returned the noise as his hand slapped her ass with a deafening ‘whop!’


“Behave, girl.” He said with a suave tone. 


Mireska purred, watching over his shoulder again, finding the purple Fae with wide eyes, and her finger caught between her teeth.


‘That’s right, bitch. This human is mine.’ Mireska smugly smirked, never leaving the other Fae’s eyes, until Raum took her into the bathroom. Smooth marble lined the floor and walls, and stalls with showers on the walls adjacent to the entrance.


Mireska hummed quietly as she was gently seated on the shower floor. She placed her hands on her stomach, her mind drifting away to wonder what it’d be like to have her own kids. Settle down and just breathe. 


Warm water running down her back broke those thoughts. She flinched at the sudden, but welcome, warmth. Raum lowered himself, gently running his fingers through her leaves. The pink Fae shivered, loving how he brushed against the inner membranes so carefully.


“How’re you doing, princess?” He quietly asked, moving down to her shoulders, giving them a light massage.


She hummed, loving this kind of attention, “Mmfine…”


“Didn’t rough you up too much too much?” 


She shook her head, feeling his hands tenderly cross her back, “Mm. Felt good. Now I’m kinda sore. Down there. Like, a good sore?” She laughed airily, “Can’t move my legs. That’s on you though.”


He laughed, “You’ll be alright.”


She smiled, running her hands over her belly, “So, I should probably mention I’m not actually pregnant.”


“Though so. You turned a bit giggly near the end there.” He paused, running his hand over hers. He hummed thoughtfully, “With how much there is, well, isn’t there’s a small chance you are?”


Mireska's lips fell to a line, “Well, I am in heat, so…”


“Eh?”


“Heat?” She repeated irritably,  “Y’know, when-”


“Fae don’t go into heat.” He said plainly, washing her bloated stomach.


Mireska paused, then turned to him with a raised brow and a frown, “Uh, yeah they do, I should know, I am-”


“I’ve been around the whole world, princess. Learned a fair amount of stuff with other races.” He spoke matter-of-factly, “Fae don’t have heat cycles. A lot of cold-blooded races do though.”


“But I was told that we do!” Mireska huffed, shaking her head. “I’m sure we do.”


“Pfft. People can get really horny sometimes. Depends on the kinks,” He paused,  “Actually, who told you?”


“My…”Mireska froze. She bit out an angry growl, her face falling into her hands, “father.”


“Mhmm.”


“I am going to kill him. I should have killed him.” Mireska snarled.


“You and I both. Some dads are cool, but ours suck.”


Mireska went to ask about his family, but paused as something he said didn’t click with what he'd said earlier. She looked over her shoulder again, “You’ve been around the whole world and don’t even know what mana is?”


“Should that surprise you? The only thing I need to know about magic is how to beat the people using it.” Raum answered simply.


“Typical of a barbaric human.” Mireska sighed.


“Haha. You’re cute when you pout.” He kissed her cheek, making her blush. 


‘Confound these baffling feelings!’ The Fae internally screamed.


“So, how do you deal with, well, this?” He patted her stomach gently.


Mireska whimpered, running her hand over the heart shaped mark, “It’s kinda embarrassing, but I’m gonna have to shift over the drain…”


\ | /


Mireska cooed as her freshly dried body was wrapped under blankets. They’d both agreed to sleep in his bed, considering the mess of bodily fluids that still wet Mireska’s.


She yawned sleepily as his warmth brushed against her. She nuzzled her head onto his chest, taking slow, deep breaths of his scent. Committing it to memory. Her fingers brushed against his skin. One of his arms was loosely tucked around her lower back, his forearm following her spine where his hand ran small circles between her shoulders. 


The lingering spark of pleasure was fading away, the soreness between her legs overshadowed by the sense of comfort that had worked its way into her heart.


Their nude forms rested perfectly in the others’ embrace. A small, but noticeable, stomach bulge remained from the lingering semen within. Raum was already fast asleep, apparently used to sleeping without the threat of bounty hunters tracking them down.


On cue, Jex flew back into the room, returning to his lantern with a yawn. A good sign. Gondar hadn’t followed them here. With any luck, that kick to the head knocked out any memory of her bounty.


Mireska sighed, surprised to find herself drifting off faster than usual. Maybe it was his warmth. Maybe it was his scent. Or, most likely, it was because she had another person to share a bed with. She smiled. It was nice. 


She felt fulfilled, both in carnal desires, and in company. She nuzzled her nose into his chest hair, giggling quietly at the ticklish touch of his hairs.


Mireska had never been happier to lose to a human~♡
