Page 15 of How To Please A Princely Fae

I inhale deeply, studying the plant in confusion. I feel that I should know what it is—that I should recognize the type of magic that’s clearly emanating from it, but I don’t. It troubles me.

I continue to wander around the greenhouse as I pop berry after berry into my mouth, pausing once to circle back and pluck an apple from a heavy bough. The apple crunches under my teeth, just as flavorful as the berries. A heady, spicy aroma makes its way into my nostrils. It smells incredible.

I reached for the leaves of the plant with the enticing odor, laughing to myself as I read the handwritten sign, “handle with care,” which I now recognize as Willow’s handwriting.

Carefully I pick up the potted plant, and the leaves give a little shake as if they are saying hello. Which is surely a flight of fancy, yet I find myself staring at them in delight nonetheless.

“What are you?” I ask. I tilt the pot slightly to better read the hand-stamped label on the terra-cotta. “Horny goat weed,” I read out loud. It smells edible. Better than edible, really. I might as well try it. Besides, the label only says “handle with care,” it doesn’t say “not for Unseelie fae ingestion.” If I wasn’t supposed to eat it, then it shouldn’t smell so good.

I pluck off one of the waxy purple-veined leaves and pop it into my mouth, slightly more bitter than the aroma led me to believe but not that much is poisonous to the Unseelie fae race. It’s funny how I don’t remember exactly who I am or where I came from, but that I know little facts like that about myself.

I chew the leaf thoughtfully, spicy aroma overpowering the bitterness. I swallow and take another leaf and before long, a very pleasant fiery feeling simmers through my veins. It doesn’t take long before the plant is stripped nearly entirely.

I hum to myself in confusion. Maybe it has been longer than I realized. No sooner has the thought occurred to me than Willow bursts through the door of the greenhouse, as beautiful as ever.

Her gaze drops to the denuded plant in my hand… then further, to the hand around my cock.

“That’s strange,” I muse. “How did that get there?”

Her lovely face pinches in annoyance, though I swear I see a hint of a smile at the corners of her lush pink lips.

That’s all it takes, just a hint of a smile, and I’m grinning back at her like a lovestruck fool. Of course the image of myself might be slightly undone by the fact that my cock is hard, and in my hand, and I can’t seem to stop stroking it.

“Spit. That. Out.” Willow enunciates each word carefully, and for some reason, it strikes me as completely hilarious. I burst into laughter, the sound echoing off the glass walls.

It’s strange that my own laughter sounds so foreign to my ears. The thought sobers me somewhat, although I can’t seem to stop stroking my cock.

I’m starting to think I should be concerned about that fact; unfortunately I can’t find myself to be concerned about much of anything except for the fact that my cock desperately wants someone else stroking it.

I raise an eyebrow, the corner of my lip starting up into a half smile.

To my shock, her hand flies up and she slaps the remaining few leaves out of my fingers. “This is exactly why you shouldn’t be eating things when you don’t know what they are,” she hisses.

I stare at her for a long moment, bewildered by her sudden anger. “Is it poisonous? Worse?”

She looses an exasperated sigh that’s so forceful I’m surprised it doesn’t knock her down.

“No, but that doesn’t mean you should just be eating the entire plant.”

I grip my cock, stroking it frenetically, realizing that it’s beginning to get a bit uncomfortable. Her eyebrows shoot up and she glances down at my package meaningfully.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” she says.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” I say. “It’s natural to be aroused in the presence of a beautiful female such as yourself.”

“It’s not natural if it’s caused by eating an entire plant of horny goat weed,” she screeches.

“But—"

“No butts about it herein.” She glares at me. “You’re going to have a boner for the rest of the day, and you know what? It’s not my problem.” She throws up her hands, her lip curled in disgust. “It’s your fault you ate an entire horny goat weed and that you’re going to have blue balls that ache for likely the rest of the month.”

I shrug one shoulder, still stroking myself. “It’s not really a problem if I can find someone to help relieve that ache.” I wink at her outrageously. “So you’re saying you’re not volunteering for the job?”

She glares at me but her cheeks pinken once more. I truly enjoy the effect my words have on her.

“Get your hands out of your pants,” she utters, her eyes darkening, but with anger, not with the sultry passion I would prefer. “We have to figure out what we’re going to do with you. Hopefully a strong cup of tea and maybe a charmed piece of pastry will take the edge off of what you just did to yourself.”

“Oh,” I purr, bending closer and catching the delicious scent of her skin. “Did you want me to call you my little pastry now, Willow?”

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