Page 114 of Wicked Magik
Veylor’s thoughts shifted to pictures of him lapping at her cunt and me fucking his ass.
My cock pressed against the new pair of trousers that fit me and I groaned in pain. The maids really need to make me clothes with more stretch.
The thought of ripping off my trousers now and telling them both what I wanted, and making them do what I wanted was so tempting. Vesper was almost over the edge to accept Veylor, at least in body and I could taste it.
I could taste her desire for him… but the trust, it still needed to be built.
I cleared my throat and my tail searched for the bouquet of flowers I had nearby. Veylor didn’t want Vesper to feel alone out here, he wanted to show her she could be safe with him, this was a big step for my pet.
To be outside, after such an attack could be frightening, especially for a human.
They are so fragile.
Except for her cunt, that can be stretched.
I slapped myself in the forehead.Stop thinking such things and help Veylor.
I brought my tail around and nudged Veylor with the bouquet, he took them, his eyes widening in surprise and nodded at me.
“Here,” he brought them from his back to my pet’s view. She gasped when she saw them.
I knew she would like these best because I have seen these colors before.
These colors, the burnt oranges, the deep reds, these were her favorites. She had brought them to the big rock she came to often at the edge of the woods she cared so much about.
“They are beautiful.” Vesper pulled them close to her. “My favorite colors.” Vesper smirked and winked at me.
My ears twirled.
My pet is smart.
While they weren’t the same flowers from her world, they were the closest I could find for Veylor. He gave me a grateful nod and held out his arm for Vesper to take.
I explained the plan perfectly to Veylor, the special rock I had planned to take Vesper to and being the best male I am, gave Veylor the opportunity to use this time to gain Vesper’s trust.
I brushed my tail against a vine that hadn't been there last week, now thick as my wrist and studded with violet buds. Benedict had only planted seeds—he was no gardener—but the light orbs we had brought for Vesper cast their glow day and night. Flowers that should have taken seasons to bloom now unfurled overnight, their petals drinking in that artificial sunlight.
In Veylor's memories, this courtyard had been nothing but cracked stone and shadow in my past life, now moss crept between the cobblestone, and the air itself tasted of life.
“I feel like I missed a whole season staying inside, and I haven’t even stayed inside that long,” Vesper commented as they walked down the path to the special stone.
Veylor hummed thoughtfully. "Back in the estate's prime, there wasn't nearly this much greenery. I've never seen so many flowers blossoming here before."
I watched Veylor pet Vesper’s hand. My tail lazily whipped back and forth.
“Why is that? Wouldn’t a fae court want to show off its wealth, make everything look nice?”
Veylor sighed. “We were the shadow court. We were granted leniency because we are a court of darkness. No one would think twice if we had nothing but stone for a garden. My parents cared little about that. They would rather spend their money elsewhere, clothing, jewels and so forth.”
Vesper frowned. “That’s so sad. Even a place that holds darkness can be beautiful.”
I gulped and observed as Veylor’s previously tense shoulders eased. "You’re a unique treasure, Vesper. Most people don’t want to delve into the darkness to discover beauty. They anticipate seeing the ugly, the despicable, the wrongs darkness can give."
“It’s the same in my world,” Vesper huffed. “People judge by appearances—looks, status, where someone lives, how much money they have. I’d like to call it a human flaw, but it seems to exist in every realm.”
"It seems that way, and I owe you an apology," Veylor said, halting and facing Vesper. "When you arrived, I called you a witch."
Vesper raised an eyebrow. “Uh huh. I was there.”
