Page 3 of Faeheart
The sound of my mother’s heels clicking down the hallway sent me scrambling to return everything to the box. I slipped the journal into my personal satchel instead, heart hammering as if I’d committed some terrible transgression. Perhaps I had.
“Elias?” Mother called through the door. “The car will be ready in twenty minutes. Do be punctual.”
“Yes, Mother,” I replied, voice steadier than I felt.
After she moved on, I sat staring at the wooden box, its contents now a secret between me and my long-dead grandmother. Something shifted inside me. There was a curiosity, a hunger for something beyond the carefully curated life I’d been living.
Wild magic. Pre-colonial practices. And now, a hint that my family’s past wasn’t as pristine as my parents pretended. For the first time in years, I felt a genuine thrill of anticipation about returning to Widdershins Academy.
Chapter 2
Wild
Ididn’t know the name of the man my dick was currently inside, but I didn’t care either. He was trying to moan, but the cock shoved in his mouth from another stranger kept him quiet as I fucked him.
The sounds of pleasure and release echoed through the forest clearing, where dozens of bodies moved together in the final celebration before autumn claimed the land. Sweat glistened on tanned skin as the last rays of summer sunlight filtered through the canopy above. I gripped the stranger’s hips tighter, feeling the familiar coil of heat and pleasure building in my core.
This was my third day at the annual end of summer orgy, lost in a haze of flesh and fae magic that made every nerve ending sing. The boundary between pleasure and power had dissolved completely. Each thrust, each touch, and each desperate cry fed the wild energy that coursed through all of us.
The man beneath me shuddered as I hit that perfect spot, his muffled sounds of ecstasy vibrating around the cock in his mouth. I could feel my climax approaching like a summer storm, inevitable and electric.
When I finally came, it was with a shout that seemed to shake the very trees around us. My fae magic sparked from myfingertips where they pressed into warm skin, and for a moment the air itself seemed to shimmer with possibility.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I pulled back, breathing hard. The stranger rolled away with a satisfied smile, already reaching for someone else in the tangle of bodies. That was the beauty of these gatherings. There were no expectations, no complications, just pure hedonistic freedom. I loved every fucking moment of it.
I stumbled to my feet, legs unsteady, and made my way to the spring-fed pool on the other side of the trees, my cock swinging in the wind. The small pond was drenched in sunlight, a few other fae clinging to its edges. Lilies bloomed white and pink against the dark surface, bobbing as people walked in and out. A muscular male dryad, one I’d let fuck me at least three times, was coming out of the pool as I stepped in. My eyes went to his cock immediately. Dryads were always hung, and this one was a particularly beautiful shade of sage green.
“Wild,” he said, giving me a nod. His eyes raked up and down my body. “Taking a break?”
I let out a long sigh. “Getting cleaned up, actually. I gotta go back to the academy today. Sad, right?”
The dryad’s smile faltered slightly. “Widdershins Academy? You mean that stuffy witch school?” He ran a hand through his moss-like hair, droplets of water cascading down his chiseled chest. “What’s a gorgeous creature like you doing there?”
I sank deeper into the cool water, letting it wash away three days’ worth of various bodily fluids. “Family obligations. Keeping up appearances. The usual bullshit.”
“Ah, Seelie Court politics.” He nodded knowingly. “Your father still expecting you to follow in his diplomatic footsteps?”
I snorted, splashing water over my shoulders. “My father can expect whatever he wants. Doesn’t mean I’m going to deliver.”
The dryad laughed, a sound like wind through autumn leaves. “Well, if you need an escape during the semester, you know where to find me.” He paused for a moment, looking me over again. “One for the road?”
My gaze dropped again, his cock twitching to attention and thickening right before my very eyes. I licked my lips hungrily, glancing back toward the oak tree where my bags were stored. School could wait, right?
“Come here,” I said, wrapping my hands around his hips and pulling him close. “You better cum in my mouth this time, though,” I teased, stroking his thick, beautiful cock. “You dryads have the sweetest cum in all the planes. It tastes like maple syrup.”
The dryad’s laugh turned into a low growl of pleasure as I took his long, girthy dick into my mouth, my tongue working along the ridged green shaft. His hands tangled in my ginger hair, gentle but insistent as I worked him deeper. The taste was exactly as I remembered, sweet and earthy, like fresh tree sap mixed with honey.
“Fuck, Wild,” he gasped, his hips rocking slightly. “Your mouth is pure magic. If you don’t want to join the court, I’ll let you join mine as my personal courtesan.”
“Thanks for the offer,” I mumbled around his cock. “But you know I like to live by my own rules.”
“I guess I better enjoy this then,” he moaned back.
I hummed in agreement around him, the vibration making him shudder. Water lapped around my waist as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could. His cock pulsed against my tongue, pre-cum covering my tastebuds.
“Fuck,” the dryad groaned. “Nobody sucks cock like you, Wild. Damn.”
The praise just made me redouble my efforts. I worked his shaft with one hand while my tongue flicked over his engorgedhead. The increased sensation made him stiffen even more, his cock rock hard in my mouth. I sucked harder, wanting that sweet dryad cum I loved so much. And as my friend moaned more, I realized he was close.
