Page 19 of The Pixies' Chosen

I stare after them for several heartbeats, my claws drumming contemplatively on my thigh. Should I pursue? There is little point as far as I see it, especially as it seems to be fleeing from my territory rather than lingering, but there is something about the appearance of the fae in this place that makes me uneasy. There are not many who can do that, but enough that it is difficult to narrow it down. Fairies, elves, some forest trolls all have such capabilities… Goblins. I blink as a second creature shifts quickly through the shadows in hot pursuit of the first, but this one stops beneath my tree and tips its head at just the right angle that I can see its sharp features beneath its hood.

It is a goblin. Perhaps a mating hunt after a gobliness? Curious, I drop from the tree, landing lightly on his shoulder only to bounce away with a hum of my wings when his short blade slashes dangerously close through the air.

“Careful,” I growl, my wings buzzing and chitin chiming angrily. “Luck-crossed goblin, I was just going to point you in the direction that the gobliness went. At very least one of us should have the mate we seek.”

The male pauses and pushes back his hood, curiosity brightening his yellow eyes. “Gobliness? Of what nonsense do you speak, little pixie? I have no interest in goblinesses.” He suddenly grins mischievously. “I, Grimsal, already have a mate, and a lusty, playful one at that. Besides,” he chuckles, “Candy would skin me and use my hide in one of her spells if I dared such a thing.” He sighs as he casts a frustrated glance around. “No, I was scouting my territory when I caught a strange scent and pursued, but it seems that I was too late. I do not think it was a goblin. Are you certain you saw a goblin?” he inquires, squinting at me.

I shake my head haplessly. “I just assumed when I saw you from above,” I reply, motioning to the tree branches overhead. “I thought it was a mate hunt.”

“Ah. That is a natural mistake,” the male agreed with a nod of his head. He scratches behind one long ear and then shrugs. “No helping it now. Whatever it was is gone, though I am surprised that it would come so near crows. They are not kind to some races of fairies, as sometimes crows are messengers from the gods and protectors, but other crows can be bad, bad news.” His neck cranes as he peers up at the trees in the near distance, making the hair on the back of my neck prickle. “Some use crows as familiars, and not the friendly sort of fae. Not any fae you want to have around.” He slaps his hands on his legs, dusting them off. “Well, I best head back home before Candy sends something out to find me… For a human, she has been getting better frightfully fast at summoning little spirits to assist her.” He chuckles a bit at that, darting off into the shadows in the direction from which he had come.

I stare after him, slightly overwhelmed and more than a little confused as I flit back into the tree with a flutter of the black loincloth around my legs. Truthfully, although I am filled with apprehension now about the crows, I cannot seem to pry myattention from his mated status. I am a little shocked at that since goblins are notorious for mating among their own. Or at least that is the case among the clans in the Dark Forest. Imagine one claiming a human! I wonder absently what sort of human a goblin would have chosen, and I wonder if the gods had played him such a cruel hand as they had me. If so, he is treating the whole matter with a shocking amount of cheer. In this respect he reminds me of Tryst, and I decide that I must pity the male. Or perhaps the gods were kind and gave him a far more resilient and adaptive female. I am still staring morosely into the distance when I feel the branch vibrate with the impact of Tryst dropping upon it.

I glance over at the male, relieved to see him, even more so since I can sense an echo of pleasure in our bond from him. He has so seldom left Ammayi’s side in the nest, and I struggle being in there with them, trapped with their mingling pheromones, so it is seldom that we have a moment together. And he has been so patient despite my obvious retreat. I know it has hurt him, and I can see that wariness in his eyes now. This is my chance to talk some sense into him and show him that I am committed to turning over a new leaf so that he can have every happiness he deserves. Delighted, I greet him with a welcoming smile. His answering smile is brief, but it is there before Tryst’s wings flatten against his back, and he regards me curiously.

“Havoc, I have been looking for you,” he murmurs.

“As it happens, I was going to find you as well,” I tell him, my wings fluttering behind me merrily.

A look of surprise registers on his beloved face, but he cocks his head with a hesitant smile. “You have. And you are no longer angry,” he marvels.

“Of course I am not angry,” I murmur as I hold my hand out for his, and warmth curls deep in my belly when his hand slides into mine. “I have been frustrated and angry, but the cool air hascleared my head some these last few mornings and it has made me realize that I have been viewing everything the wrong way.” I give his hand a gentle squeeze. “And that you have been right about letting my old bitterness carry such weight in our lives to the point of depriving us of happiness.”

His smile widens uncertainly, but some of the tension he’s been carrying in his shoulders eases. “You have? Truly?” At my nod and the truth he doubtlessly feels through our bond, he releases a soft sigh, his shimmer lighting up with pleasure as he peers at me. “I knew I just had to be patient. I knew that you would realize it if you just had the time to truly think about it.”

I nod, pleased that this is going so well. “I’ve been trying to think of the best way to apologize to you so that we can forget all the anger and move forward, but I keep coming up short. All I can do is promise to do better, Tryst, and to share myself fully so that there is never a time you feel alone again. Do you forgive me?”

Eyes bright, he brushes his dark hair from his face and nods. “Yes. Yes, of course. I can’t tell you how happy this makes me, Havoc,” he rasps. “I have been waiting so long—decades—for you to realize this.” He draws a deep breath, his happiness brightening his shimmer. “I just know that things will be better now.”

I grin over at him lazily as I reach over and cup his cheek, the claw of my thumb gently grazing his chitin. “I swear it.”

My hand circles the back of Tryst’s neck, and I drag him against me, my mouth descending on his with relief, claiming him as mine—my hive. He is as responsive as ever, his mouth opening for my tongue with a soft moan, his body softening against me as his wings flag in surrender. I smile against his mouth as I wrap my other arm around his waist, tugging his hips against mine so that we are lined up perfectly and I can feel the impression of his cock beneath his loincloth hardening againstmy own stiffening pricks. I growl softly and swivel my hips slowly so that our cocks rub enticingly upon each other. Gods, how I miss him. I revel in having him in my arms again so much that I can forgive him for rutting Ammayi without my leave.

Lowering my hand, I slide it down over his ass, cupping it briefly before allowing my fingers to dip and trace the crease of his buttock and thigh. I drag a claw just below the chitin of his hip and flick aside his loincloth to slip my hand beneath. His cocks are hot and achingly familiar in my hand, and I immediately caress them, dragging my fingers and claws lightly up their length from root to tip. The plump head of his upper cock begs to be petted, so I oblige, flicking my claws lightly along the ridge of its head as I circle my finger at its tip, collecting the little beads of seed rising swiftly in response.

Tryst moans against my mouth, his hips bucking, sliding the weight of his upper cock into my fist as his lower cock brushes my knuckles. I stroke him, tugging gently, teasing his cock with little caresses, making it harder for me. It is not engorged yet, but it soon will be, and my own cocks ache with excitement for the moment when Tryst will whimper and beg for his own release.

Dragging my lips from his, I lick his bottom lip and brush a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Tryst, I have missed you,” I rasp, dragging my nose in a loving nuzzle against his cheek. “You are so beautiful and taste so sweet—a succulent spiced apple I want to devour. Let us not fight any more.”

He trembles against me and more of his seed slips over my hand as he fervently nods. “Gods, yes, Havoc,” he sweetly moans. “I do not wish to fight either, when our loving is always so much more pleasing.” His hand grazes my upper cock beneath my loincloth, and it reflexively jerks, spurting seed onto his hand. With his hand slickened in this way, he strokes me, coaxing more of my hot seed from my sac. “I wonder if you stilltaste like the darkest honey. Does it still boil out of you in such strong eruptions? I suspect that you have much sap that needs to be released,” he adds, his claw wiggling, teasing the tiny opening at the tip of my cock.

I moan in agreement and my head falls back as I feel my loincloth slip from around my hips. His breath fans my chitin for a moment, and then I feel it on my shaft before his long tongue extends and I feel the blazing heat of it slide over me. My cocks twitch as he tongues them, bathing them in his pheromone drenched saliva until I am trembling so hard that my chitin chimes. Even my wings flutter and twitch and then snap up when his mouth closes around my upper cock and sucks it deep into his throat and his tongue continues to whirl against the shaft. Grunting with pleasure, I thrust into his mouth, delighting in the light glide of his fangs against me and the tight grip of his hands fisting my cocks, and he transfers his attentions between them, coaxing my sap from me.

My shimmer brightens with my rising pleasure, my sac tightening as my body prepares to give him what he demands. I shake my head stubbornly and hold back even though it makes me tremble. I do not want our first embrace in so long to end like this. Wrapping my hand in the length of his hair, I pull his head back and growl with pleasure as his fangs slide off me, the tight pressure of his mouth dragging one final time. He smiles up at me, his eyes heavily lidded with desire as his deep blue shimmer pulses beckoningly. My eyes rove over him, taking in his beautifully sculpted form and the two engorged shafts jutting up from between his thighs in a blatant testimony of his need.

I slowly release his hair and step away, gesturing to the tree’s trunk. “Against the tree,” I order.

His wings twitch and he moves around me cautiously, his gaze watching me curiously as he licks my golden essence from his fingers. Approaching the trunk, he flattens his belly againstthe tree, his legs spread wide for me. I breathe in the sweet scent of his pheromones as I stalk toward him and grip his hip firmly in one hand and drag it back, positioning him properly for my piercing. Lining both of my cocks snugly against his ass, I pin his wings with my opposite hand and tilt my hips so that both heads press deeply into him, inciting a moan of pleasure from the male. I hold him there against the tree as I thrust into him, my cocks working their way deep into the tight confines of his ass, slowly at first and then faster with every squeeze of his muscles around me.

Grunting low in my throat I begin to thrust harder, and I release my hold on his dark wings to wrap one arm around his waist and take his upper cock in hand. My forearm catches his hips against my pelvis, allowing me to swivel and snap my hips as I rut his ass. I stroke down the shaft of his cock on the downbeat of every thrust, making him gasp and leak his sweet honey over my fist. I drag in deep, pheromone-rich breaths as I work my cocks in and out of him, and I stare down between us so that I can enjoy the sight of my shaft sliding out of and disappearing back into his hole stretched so tightly over me until pleasure begins to pulse in my veins, drawing deeper and deeper, and it bursts from me in sprays of seed into his tight ass, and spilling freely between us as he erupts with a shout within my hand.

I drive deep and hold myself there, growling as my cocks pulse and jerk within him, and I stroke his seed from him in long streams as I deliver my own load within the hot clench of his ass rippling so tightly around me. Panting, I release his hip to rest my weight on my forearm against the tree above Tryst’s head and smile down as his quivering wings. Gold is splashed on the branch and the trunk of the tree beneath us, and I admire it with considerable satisfaction as I slowly pull my cocks free and kiss his shoulder. There is a hollow sensation deep withinme of something missing, but I push the sensation away. It is ridiculous—this was as perfect as any of our ruttings in our youth.

“That is better,” I sigh, and I reluctantly step back. I do not wish to part with him so soon and would rather spend an hour or more curled up with him, but we are exposed, and it is not a good idea to linger longer than necessary in the open. Besides, once we return to our nest, we will have all the time in the world to indulge. “Now things can finally get back to normal.”

Tryst smiles languidly and nods as he uses a leaf to clean our combined mess from his chitin. “It is a good thing that you finally came to your senses,” he teases. “I thought for sure that I would have to take more drastic measures.”

Cocking my head, I give him a perplexed look as I quickly tear an edge off the paper ghost floating in the tree next to me to clean myself before fastening my loincloth. “Come to my senses?” I nod slowly. “I suppose I did.”

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