Page 31 of The Pixies' Chosen

He grins as he straightens, holding the fruit out in offering. “Apples are very sacred to many races of the fae,” he murmurs, and my heart pounds in my chest as I realize exactly what he intends to do. I privately swear to commit every word of this to my memory to compose a song to regale our offspring to come. “It is said when the first elves awakened the first magic that they found love with each other and that love spilled the first seed, and from that first seed bore the first fruit. Its magic was great, and it bound all things and blessed all things, even as its magic quickened the land so that all manner of fruits rose from the soil. Thus,” he murmurs, “an apple presented is the greatest token of love that seals and blesses matings to never perish, not even beyond death.”

Ammayi’s eyes widen as she stares at the apple in his hands and her lips part as her pink tongue nervously wets them. “What exactly are you saying, Havoc?”

His dark eyes meet hers, and for a moment everything in the world seems to still around us. Even the blessed tree’s branches seem to bend as if waiting to hear his answer.

“I am saying that you complete my heart and complete our hive. You are our queen and the only female I could ever want. Fate gave you to us, and I will cherish you forever not because of fate or out of responsibility because of magic gone awry… but for you alone, the only female I love is you.”

“So you’re giving me a love apple on Halloween,” she murmurs. “Legend has it that apples can be used magically to coax someone to return your love on this night of the year. Is that what you want?”

He shakes his head, his eyes narrowing. “I do not wish to magically capture love because true love cannot be stolen away by a spell. All I wish is for whatever genuine love you might feel if you feel that I’m worthy of it.”

“You’ve hurt me,” she thoughtfully whispers, and he nods, not even denying it.

“And I have nearly destroyed myself in the process. I nearly doomed myself to an empty existence without even truly comprehending the magnitude of my actions until it was too late. I did not understand that running from love and not trusting the love that was given rather than what was chased was cruelty I inflicted upon myself and could blame on no other. But for my actions against you, I will never cease being regretful.”

Her head tips thoughtfully, and I can feel happiness warring with conflict through our bond. The battle has not been won yet.

“And if I say no?”

Havoc grows still and his violet wings droop as pain lashes through his eyes and through our bond. He could protest. Hecould fight and swear to pursue her to the ends of the world and to the limits of time. I can barely breathe as I watch this play out because I know what will happen if he does.

A sigh slips from between his lips, and he lowers the apple. “Then I will love you enough to let go so that you can find joy from someone far more deserving.”

Ammayi’s lips tighten, and I can feel the coil of tension of something deeper rising from within her. My wings flick nervously as I look back and forth between the two beings most dear and beloved in my life. I did not expect this possibility. I am afraid she will knock the apple from his hands, and that worry deepens when her regard slowly drops back to the apple Havoc holds. Her hand swipes toward it but pauses in midair, just inches from its bright flesh.

Magic bubbles and sparks in the air, and her fingers twitch and slowly curl as if she is about to tentatively reach for it instead. My breath stills expectantly as her hands hover there for a long moment. But they do not touch the apple at all. They abruptly rise to cover her mouth as a giggle escapes her, and then another until she drops her hands away to fill the air with her laughter until it fades, and she is staring back at his shocked face with a look of adoration brightening her eyes and rippling through our bond.

“Havoc, you lovely idiot,” she sighs. “I’ve already forgiven you and decided that you’ll be mine.” Her lips quirk. “I’m afraid I’m just selfish enough to want all of my hive to myself. That means you, me, and Tryst in our own little nest having our own happily ever after. How does that sound to you?”

A smile blooms on his face, one I can feel answering on my own lips and within my heart echoing from my family’s love.

“That sounds like magic,” he whispers.

“Then take a bite and kiss me over the apple,” our queen demands.

As one their teeth break the apple’s flesh and as one their lips meet, tongues entangling as the blessed apple’s magic spills through them. The apple tumbles from their hands, forgotten, to seed the next generation as they come together, meeting in the bloom of love. My wings flutter in excitement as Havoc gently presses Ammayi back into my arms, and together we sink to the branch, bliss spilling over and through us as new bonds begin to fashion and awaken.

CHAPTER 24

AMMAYI

Havoc’s pheromones hit my blood in a rush as they rise in the air and mingle with Tryst’s, and they invade me entirely from his lips and the sweep of his long tongue. His lips part from mine and Tryst’s mouth descends to share another drugging, passionate kiss before he retreats again, yielding to Havoc’s command. It is enough to make my head spin as they trade kiss for kiss, drawing me back and forth between them and then their own mouths collide and couple fervently, their breaths mingling before I’m caught between them again.

Two mouths caress me as four hands work my clothes off of me, their clawed fingers brushing erotically against my flesh. I’m not cold without them for once. I wonder for a moment if this is how a pixie feels that allows them to fly around without being encumbered by layers of clothes. Embodiments of living flame, that’s what they must be. I can taste heat and fire on their breath. It swirls through me, drawing forth an ember I didn’teven know I had, one banked deep in my belly, and sending it into a surging flame blazing through me as if its sole purpose is to remake me as a being of fire that it might forever blaze within my core.

I am a pixies’ queen. I embrace that knowledge and all the potential of the future as I embrace them in turn. Their hands slide over me, rubbing their delicious scent into me, and I arch into their touch, little sighs of pleasure falling like prayers from my lips. More. More. It burns through me, and I whimper as their touches grow bolder as they stroke me, and heat rises through me when I see their mouths come together passionately above my head. Tryst’s warm palms cup my breasts, and he breaks his kiss with Havoc as his head descends over my shoulder so that his long tongue can uncurl and lick the peaks of my nipples. With every movement of his tongue, a tiny blue flame rises, struck from my flesh and warming me further with each spark.

I collapse gratefully back into Tryst’s strong embrace with a moan, my breasts thrust in the air for his questing tongue. His knobby cocks slick over my ass, alerting me to his desire as he holds me securely against him, his arms braced beneath my arms on either side of me, supporting my weight as his forearms curl inward to allow his hands to freely cup and squeeze my breasts, and hold them up for the strokes of his tongue. And I need that support anyway because my knees threaten to buckle when Havoc drops to his knees in front of me and parts my thighs with his hands, a hungry growl stirring from deep within him.

He kisses the top of my pubic bone, his nose brushing the hair there, and then his tongue slips from his mouth and slides lower, seeking the dew slicking my sex. My hips kick with a gasp as his tongue taps my clit and curls around it. It trembles against the peaked, fleshy bud, its tip flicking even as its lengthconstricts in an erotic rub that has me coming all over his face with a cry. He growls with pleasure in response, and his tongue moves downward so that his fingers can take its place, scissoring my clit between them as they drag upward in gentle strokes while his tongue slips hungrily into my channel.

Fingers rubbing at my clit and his tongue stroking inside of me while Tryst’s tongue teases, flicks my nipples as he caresses my breasts, I feel as if my skin is reducing to ash with the glory of the bliss they enflame through me. I quiver between them, and Tryst shifts his hold, his arm wrapping snugly around my waist so that his free hand can grip my leg, keeping me spread wide for Havoc even when the pleasure begins to trip violently through me as one orgasm crashed into another as my oversensitized flesh jumps beneath his questing tongue.

And he never lets up. I can see his cocks engorged and leaking as they twitch between his legs, but he feasts upon me with abandon and my lust soars higher as an ache takes root deep inside of me. I gasp in erotic torment, my hands slapping against Tryst’s legs until he steps back, briefly breaking Havoc from me as he lowers us to the branch. My skin is never scuffed by the wood, however, because Tryst shifts his weight and turns his body ninety degrees before pillowing me against his hardness. My head is cradled by his thighs and his arm is wrapped around my waist once more, holding me firmly in place so that his fingers can join Havoc’s as both males descend once more upon to stroke over my slick petals.

Havoc lies between my legs, his mouth fastening over my pussy after chasing Tryst’s fingers away with playful nips. Undeterred, Tryst’s fingers slip downward to tease my ass while Havoc sucks on my sex. Pleasure roars in response and my pussy creams as my hips shoot up with a squeal as another climax feeds the raging fire rolling through me.

With a gentle slap that makes me whimper with pleasure, Tryst’s fingers disappear from my ass and then Havoc grunts, the sound my whole body for a moment before he attacks me with renewed vigor. Through a haze of lust, I stare down the length of my body and blink as my gaze fastens on Tryst’s mouth tugging greedily at Havoc’s upper cock as his hand works the lower one, smearing golden cum across his lips and hand.

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