Page 12 of Surviving Enchantment: Part two
After stripping down to black briefs, Demuel said, “How old is your niece?”
“Thirty.”
He exhaled.“Good.I didn’t want to stunt anyone’s development.”
There was a soft knocking at the door, and Solor went to open it.Dia walked in, and Nylora giggled at their expressions.
“My dad was a high court elf.My mom was doing a photo shoot with him, and he fell for the way she captured light.He was hooked, and she liked to pose him.”She was carrying a tray with fruit, crackers, cheese, and meat all under a freshness spell.
Dia’s hair was white-gold and braided into dozens of braids.Her skin was nut brown, and her eyes had the brilliant rainbow of the high court.The off-the-shoulder shirt and loose trousers were the only contemporary touch.
“Tremble has eyes like that,” Demuel muttered.
Dia grinned.“He’s one of my uncles.”
“Oh, so you are—”
“Half high court elf, some dark fae, and we don’t know what else.I am guessing sandman.”
Dia set the tray down on a table and turned to Nylora with her arms open.Nylora lunged for her and hugged her.Her niece was about six foot four, and it must have looked strange, but it felt so good to feel dark fae skin.Nothing felt as good as kin.Nylora felt part of her soul unlocking.She sighed.“You did that on purpose.”
“Of course I did.These guys would have been waiting forever.Mom said I should help them, now that you have found each other.”
Nylora snorted and leaned back.“Remind me to thank her.”
Dia grinned.“I am here as your companion and doula until after the little one is here.Then I am offering my skills as a nanny.”
Nylora paused.“You are staying?”
“Yup.I am also going to help my other auntie run errands as she recovers.So, for now, I am going to wish you a delightful snack and the food as well.Get some rest, Auntie...eventually.”Dia kissed her cheek and gave her another boost of wild magic.
With a bright laugh, her niece left the room, closing the door behind her.
Solor walked up to her.“What did she do?”
“Uh, she had a chat with my wild magic.It’s...uh...”She stared at the middle of his chest and bit her lip.
Demuel chuckled.“You can say it.We both have it.”
Her shoulders slumped.“Hungry.It’s hungry again.”
Solor stroked her neck and ran his thumb along her jawline.“Then, we should get you what you need.”
“I am not sure about this.”
“You need pleasure, right?I am fairly sure we can manage that without being inside you.”
She patted Bump.“Good.I am occupied.”
He smiled.“I know.I would like to see.”
She sighed.“I need to step back a little to get undressed.”
“No, we will help.”
Demuel slid his hands over her hips, and he had been touching her a lot throughout the shift.The contact didn’t freak her out.He slid his hands up and was taking her shirt with him.Solor slid his fingers into the front of her cargo pants and unbuckled the belt that kept everything in place when she was climbing through disasters.
Demuel asked her to lift her arms, and she did.As the shirt came off, the pants settled around her hips.
