Page 56 of Tales of Earth and Leaves

“I… am not,” she shuddered into my arms, squeezing me tightly like she feared my reaction.

“Hmm?”

“A virgin, I mean.” She pulled my hair slightly to force me to look into her eyes and I was surprised to see a worried expression on her face.

“What are you talking about?” I huffed, not understanding what she tried to tell me.

“There have been others,” she murmured. “Men I have been with throughout my life.” Anwen exhaled a long breath.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked in disbelief.

“Because, I thought you should know. If we are going to be together, if you still want to be my boyfriend, you should know,” she insisted.

“Anwen,” I found her chin and pushed her face upwards from where she was staring at into the ground, forcing her attention at me just like she had done moments ago. “You do not need to tell me anything, it is normal for you to have had a life before we met. You are a beautiful woman and any man should consider himself blessed to have been in your company.”

“So, you are okay with this?” she whimpered.

“I am fortunate to have you in my arms,” I replied and placed my lips on hers, kissing the worry away.

“Now that we have such things settled, may I have your permission to return to what we were doing?” I hummed and licked down onto her breasts to emphasize my request.

“Shouldn’t we have some ground rules, just in case?” she whimpered as my mouth returned to one of her breasts.

“Yes, let me enjoy all of you,” I groaned, placing myself in between her legs as I made both of us appear by the now empty table, laying Anwen on it. She gasped and squeezed me tightly, making my insides jolt with tension and desire.

“How did you do that?” she looked back at the flowers we were sitting on mere moments ago, then back onto me.

“One of the things I can do,” I replied and I caressed her legs upward, bringing the fabric of the dress with me as I went along until I reached the tiny triangle of lace she had the nerve to call underwear. With a smooth movement, I flicked a finger over the lace and shifted it onto the side, leaving her bare for my touch. But my mouth was the one who hurried towards her, with the urge to consume her entire core. I did not stop until Anwen’s moans filled the forest and my back ended up marked by her sharp nails.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

By the time I got home, petals were sticking out of places petals shouldn't stick out from. Ansgar walked me most of the way home, then returned to the duties he had been postponing hours after hours, choosing to be generous with orgasms instead of…whatever he was normally busy doing. He did explain it many times, struggling to make me understand, but the gist of it was that this place symbolised a very important place for energies, that connected to smaller ones around the globe, and he had to care for every single plant and animal and…being out here, because if they died in this forest they might do everywhere else.

I would not lie to myself and say that I understood his role, somehow his energy, converted some kind of fuel for Mother Nature and had a role in the growth of the forest and life on earth in general. That was the most reasonable explanation I could wrap my brain around and I decided that, since I ended up living in a fairy tale, I might enjoy it rather than overanalyse every single moment of this unreal thing happening to me.

I took a shower and made sure to use orange scented shower gel, not ready to give up his smell from my skin. I’d asked him about it and he said orange was his natural smell, something every male had to make himself remarked amongst females. It sounded very beast-like and primal, but I envied him. Who wouldn’t want to smell amazing every single day?

Wrapped in a towel, I made sure to edit the email scheduled for the Forest Guard and make a mention that the iron door handle needed to be changed. I wrote that the door jammed and I remained trapped in the house because rust had gotten all the way in and the key did not twist properly. Expecting a firm refusal and some historical reason that no changes could be made to the home decor, I found a Victorian handle, very similar to the one I currently had, made of bronze gold and offered to buy that one myself in order to maintain the historical and valuable sense of the mansion.

I also added an alarm clock, I would need it to remember to take the pill every day from now on. It would take another month until they would become effective and I did not plan to push Ansgar. If he didn’t want to go further, I had to live with it, seeing how the virgin fae turned so experienced in giving oral pleasure.

My mind didn’t even want to think about how many similar encounters he enjoyed throughout his life to become so well versed in female anatomy. When I asked him about it, as he gave me a break between my second and third orgasm, he replied vaguely that being a virgin did not mean that he did not get to enjoy other things. I didn’t have time to enquire more, his tongue started twisting again inside of me in that way that made me shudder. I completely forgot my ideas and my name.

After grabbing a bite, I answered another email from work and messaged Cressi to tell her I could not video chat with her that night and went straight to bed, the excitement of the day, not to mention the various orgasms completely drained me.

I woke up with banging noises coming from downstairs, so I lazily rose from bed and pulled up a pair of shorts and the shirt I left on a chair nearby a few days ago. At first I thought Ansgar decided to make an unplanned visit until I heard drilling, so I hurried my step down the stairs to find the door wide open and Rhylan working on the locks.

“Good morning,” I greeted, “wish you would have knocked”.

“I'm here on a Thursday,” he replied humourlessly. “Isn’t that enough?”

The iron door handle sat discarded on the floor and a shiny new one cropped out of a plastic bag, along with hinges, screws, a hammer and other utensils.

“I am sorry, I did not expect Isak to send you so quickly, I thought it would take you at least til next Friday,” I replied as an apology.

He didn’t want to be here, partly my fault but at this point, I cared only about the handle that my boyfriend could touch and use without getting injured. And since Rhylan had been the one to casually bring iron chains, a conversation about the fae was something I could stumble upon over coffee.

“It's fine,” he grunted, twisting some screws into the wooden door with considerate care. “Besides, you are paying for it so I might add my handiwork to the total bill.”

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