Page 9 of Milk and Honey

Then, in the middle of the storm, Elim’s body was between my bare legs, that thick shaft I’d half-ridden back at the club notched and slid into me without a hint of friction. I grunted softly, eyes widening as I clutched Elim, breath coming in short gasps at the almost-impossible girth that followed. His talons, two still wet, dug into my hips with blunt pinpricks of pressure as he pulled my body into his, despite my whimper of concern. “Shhh…easy, my brave little Queen. You’ll take your King now, and all he has for you.”

Inch by slow inch, he slid his cock home until something softer than pubic hair brushed my sensitive, stretched labia and I practically felt him in my chest. The scent of ozone-laced petrichor and damp earth filled the cold, dark room, thick lungfuls of scent that put me at ease and made me feel languid in his arms. A sharp, stabbing pain between my neck and shoulder made me tense and cry out, more chilled wetness soothed away by Elim’s restless tongue and soft lips.

His mouth sucked at my neck greedily as he tilted me back into the boxes, which tumbled over and crushed into a soft mat of uneven cardboard beneath our mutual weight. Now that I was stretched around him properly and laid out, his hips pistoned, seeking the core of me as single-mindedly as his mouth had, fucking into me like his life depended on it.

Every thrust went as deep into me as he could manage, whines and moans of ecstasy muffled against my skin as he went nearly mindless, need and desire drenching every movement. “Melisandre! Oh gods, I-”

I laced my legs around him, and buried my face against his shoulder, digging my own blunt nails into his back as I recognized my lover’s own point of no return. His hand pressed gently against the back of my head, then fisted into my hair insistently a moment later, and I took the hint, digging my own blunt teeth against his skin. The contact pulled a choked gasp of pure pleasure out of Elim, and he squeezed my mouth against him until the faintest taste of copper greeted my tongue. Releasing my head to allow me the gasp of air I needed, he gave one last, vicious thrust of his cock into me, something widening and flaring noticeably inside of me and kicking me into another body-deep orgasm.

Panting like we’d both run a marathon, he rolled to let me rest on him, stroking my hair as his chest heaved beneath mine. A necklace tumbled out of his shirt collar, bathing the freezer in a faint blue-green light and revealing dark smears around his lips and fangs. Holy shit, he’d actually bitten me!

My fingers flew to the bite mark on my neck, coming away damp but not concerningly so, though the physical sting lingered. I tongued the coppery taste of blood off my own teeth, gasping at the comparatively more savage bite I’d inflicted on Elim’s shoulder, just barely visible in the faint illumination where I stared down at him. He traced the jagged wound with his fingertips like it was slutty lingerie, the whatever-that-was giving an undulation like a flaring jellyfish deep inside me as he stared up at me with a sultry expression.

“Fuck! I hurt you, we- oh god. Elim, you drank my blood-” Did Fae have STI tests? Was his blood poison to me? More importantly, why was his cock moving?

He traced over one of my rock-hard nipples with an idle talon, my poor girls protesting the absolutely frigid environment now that the majority of the distractions were over. “Mm. Among other things. You taste divine, my Queen, as I knew you would.” His tongue slid over a canine fang, sweeping away my blood and I was annoyed at how hot the gesture was. “But, the door should be charged now, and you seem uncomfortably cold. Let’s get you out of here and rejoin the others, hm?”

Before I could answer, he cradled me and rolled us again, sliding a knee up and gently easing out of me. His strange, glowing necklace on the outside of his shirt now, I watched in mute fascination as he eased himself back, a glistening, luminescent white shaft appearing in slow inches, thicker even than it had felt inside of me. As the tip finally slid free, instead of a blunt human cockhead, a dark, tapered purple mushroom flared its gills and closed like an umbrella. It curved up towards Elim’s stomach before retreating into a slick, stretchy foreskin in the same eggplant hue as I made a strangled squeak of alarm.

“My Queen? Are you alright?” He rose to his feet, stooping briefly to retrieve his silky pajama-like pants and slide them on as he waited for my response—the tearing sound earlier had, in fact, been my poor leggings, I realized with regret. I gestured in shock at his crotch, giving him my best what-the-actual-fuck expression.

He smiled, sliding the foreskin up and down briefly in the absent way men liked to play with their cocks, the literal mushroom tip flaring out briefly before retreating. “Ah, yes, your human men have rather…unimaginative endowments, don’t they? I’ve heard that. My brother once told me they can’t even flare for their mates, which is quite the pity.”

“Your dick is a mushroom?” I blurted, getting clumsily to my feet and knocking over a few more boxes along the way until Elim reached a hand out to steady me.

“Hm? Well, of course it is, Melisandre. I’m an Unseelie, a dark Fae, King of the seven soils. I am my domain, made of the beauty of the night itself. It’s only fitting that my cock follow suit, is it not? Besides, you seemed to enjoy it and we’re perfectly compatible. Perfectly compatible.” He purred the affirmation, cradling my cheek before giving me a deep, thorough kiss that tasted faintly of blood and my own pleasure.

“It’s Mel. Just Mel. After what we just did I feel like you get nickname usage rights, at least.” Despite being cold as fuck all of a sudden, my head felt fuzzy and warm. Butterflies—or perhaps, more fittingly, bats—fluttered through my stomach when Elim looked at me adoringly.

The freezer door cracked open before Elim could reply, making me squeak and yank down the hem of my tunic tank, which thankfully fell just above the knee. “Knock knock! It’s Bailey, are you two-ah damnit the pastries!”

Bailey scowled at the crumpled boxes behind us that had accidentally become a makeshift bed. A perfect imprint of my ass was outlined in the absolute wreckage of what was probably once a box of something raspberry-filled.

I winced. “Oops, sorry Bailey, I’ll pay for-”

Mat’s face appeared in the opened door, his curious expression shifting into an impressed one as he gave what could only be described as a magic creature bro-nod to Elim. Figured, men were men in any realm. “Nevermind, it’s fine, easily replaced. The door is more than charged, and you have my thanks. I’m sure Bailey and I can keep it maintained from now on.”

Mat’s new girlfriend blushed deeply, vanishing from the door frame as Mat opened it wider, ushering us out and dropping a coffee-scented cardigan around my shoulders as I reentered the shop. “Here, Mel. Unseelie Fae are made for the cold but I’m sure you could use a little comfort. Good job.”

I snickered, hugging the cardigan around me as Elim reappeared, offering my sneakers in one hand and frowning at the torn remains of my leggings in the other. I took back my shoes and dropped them on the ground, holding onto Elim’s arm for stability as I slid them on with a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, I have more pairs back at home, they’re cheap.” I tugged the hem of my tunic tank for emphasis that everything salacious was covered. Most of the girls wore casual clothing that could pass for streetwear in a pinch, you never knew when code enforcement would get a bug up their ass if we popped out the back to get some air or have a cigarette mid-shift.

ELIM

Melisandre—Mel—carried my scent now, marking her as mine to any Fae that dared look twice at her, at least until it faded. I was well-bedded and pleased at my unexpected alliance with the Bright Court’s missing heir, and even happier to hear he was in love with a human, but Mel still made me territorial. Even if my Seelie counterpart harbored any ill-conceived fantasies of my Queen, there would be no mistaking who she’d chosen now.

I did not need her blood the way a vampire did, but I wanted all of her I could take, and she seemed to enjoy the idea of my fangs. Seeing the punctures on her shoulder also gave me a fierce satisfaction, as did the already-healing mark she’d made on my shoulder in return. I ghosted my fingertips across it, delighting in the sting. My Queen was as fierce as she was beautiful, but I needed to be more cautious about encouraging her to ask for things.

In the heat of our coupling, I wanted to hear her beg, but I was lucky that didn’t count as one of her boons, else our trysts would have already pushed the bargain to its end. I wanted her to choose me, to choose to be my Queen, but if I didn’t tread more softly she’d need to no matter what she actually desired.

Matcha was examining the seal of the freezer door and making a few small runic adjustments when a small bell sounded across the shop. Bailey looked up first, turning and screaming as the front door closed behind my murderous cousins, Jerid’s height loomed in backlit sunlight before Vanor stepped around him, ever the instigator. “Ahh. There you are, cousin. You’ve led us on quite a chase, particularly because that little halfling whelp of yours was so loyal. Lucky for her the mangy fox’s magic reeks of your own, led us straight back here before we could weave any particularly painful spells.”

Vanor produced a small dagger, smiling unkindly as he tested the edge with a finger, addressing me. “Another moonrise and we’d have tested her loyalty with something more…permanent.”

I ground my fangs together at the thought of Glade in distress, glaring at both of them. The little spore was the sweetest among us, her mother’s heart shone through her. Movement at my side found Victor, arms crossed, staring at my cousins with an equal amount of fury. He’d never met Glade, nor even known about her, but she was his blood as much as mine. “You’ll pay for what you’ve done to her, you pathetic cowards. You and your father both.”

Jerid raised a brow, squinting at Victor and wrinkling his nose in distaste. “Eh? Who’s this round-eared pet of yours, Elim? Is he the one in the spell? Because it reeks of human.”

Vanor barked a laugh, elbowing his brother. “I recognize that trash, now, Jerid. He’s the Brightcourt we dropped here years ago to clear the throne for father. A lack of magic hasn’t been kind to him, the ugly thing.”

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