Page 96 of Finding Love with the Fae King

Pulling up the blankets, I wrapped our bodies together and laid my head on her breasts. She was soft in the right places, and my dick immediately wanted more.Goddess, please wake up tomorrow, I pleaded with her.

Melina didn’t move at all in the night, despite me waking up every hour to check on her. She had started to sweat, and her skin had become pale compared to what her skin naturally looked like. Her cheekbones were more prominent and had an iridescent glow, with slight hints of blue and green sparkle reflected in her cheeks. Her lips were still the pouty pale pink I adored, and the roots of her hair were turning white.

I never knew there would be this much change in her body and features. She was half-siren and already could walk on land just fine. Now she looked more fae with hints of her siren family’s colors coming through on parts of her skin.The human part of her must be leaving her.

If her whole body was to change, then she wouldn’t wake up today. She would sleep until the transformation was complete. Keeping her close to my body, I stroked her arm to let her know I was there. The bond was powerful, and even though she was sleeping, her soul knew that I was there watching over her.

I kept myself busy as the days progressed. We had been here for three days and not a movement from Melina. I had already sent word via a passing Forest sprite to let Alaneo know we were alive and well, and he could figure out the Daphne problem on his own. I didn’t have time to sit and think about her release, all I could think about was my destined.

Melina’s hair was now white, a stark contrast to her original deep ebony hair. There were hints of light blue highlights that were heavier at the tips of her long hair. My darling was still small compared to me. Her petite features made her look like a fairy, not a fae.

A light groan came from the bed as I stood up from the far side of the room. Her arm rose above her head and shielded her eyes. “Osirus?” she croaked. Melina’s voice cracked as she said my name and I rushed to her with some water.

“Darling, are you all right?” I picked her up to sit her on my lap. She felt lighter to me, if it were ever possible, as she nuzzled into my neck.

“I’m so tired. Is it morning already?” Another yawn left her lips, and it made me want to smash mine into the plump softness.

“Darling, you’ve been asleep for three days.” Her eyes opened suddenly as she glanced out the window.

“No way! What happened? Was I sick?” she asked hurriedly while I started laughing.

“No, darling, I’ve marked you. Remember when I said things may change about your body? Your body put you to sleep so my venom could help change you.” Melina tried to get up from my arms to find a mirror, but I held her back. “Darling,” I whispered.

“Let me go! I wanna see! What happened to me?” Looking down at her legs, she noticed automatically that her legs were blemish-free and milky white. A small gasp came from her lips.

“Come here.” I pulled her up to stand, put my hands over her eyes, and walked to the full-length mirror. My Melina was stunning before, and even with this transformation, her body still could give me a raging erection. I was still in awe of her beauty. She would make a beautiful fae queen. Her slightly pointed ears started turning red, making me chuckle.

“Don’t make fun. Let me see!”

Melina

He was playing a game, and it was driving me insane. My whole body was different. I could feel it. I felt lighter. My skin looked so smooth and white that I could take a cookie and dip it on it like frosting. Getting impatient, I jumped up and down, and Osirus laughed at me some more.

“Okay, now.” He tickled my ear with his lips.

My heart stopped as I took in my appearance. My hair no longer had dark curls that stopped mid-back. My hair was as white as my father’s, with streaks of blue just like my brother Lucca’s, and fell to my waist. My cheeks had a sparkle to them with hints of green and blue, maybe where scales should have been. My eyes never changed, but my facial features were more supernatural than the human face I once wore. My cheeks were higher, and my jaw was sharper. It was definitely a fae look.

“How are you doing? Do you like it?” he breathed, waiting for my answer. In all honesty, I was shocked. This was something I never imagined myself to look like. I had never been the most beautiful person in school, but I certainly thought I was all right. Looking at me now, looking more like Osirus and his people, our people, I felt beautiful.

“Osirus,” I whispered slowly. His hand came to my shoulder and waist as he moved some of my hair to the other side of my neck. Gently kissing my mark, he laid his head on my shoulder. “You are stunning, Melina. You always have been, but knowing that our souls are that much closer to being one makes you more ravishing.” A slight pink came to my cheeks.

“Let’s see if you have wings.” He stood back from me while I stood in the middle of the room. He had me in a short mini skirt that many fae women wore and a sleeveless top that had an open back. “I want you to stand there and concentrate. I want you to imagine your wings coming from your body. You will feel a slight tingle and then it will go on its own.” I took a deep breath, concentrating on Osirus’s words.

Could I really have wings too? I could already swim and breathe underwater, but to fly too, surely I couldn’t be that lucky. I felt Osirus walk toward me, sensing my reluctance to try. “When a fish is destined for the bird, the Goddess will only help the fish grow its wings.” A chaste kiss was left on my lips as I smiled at him. He always knows how to say the right things!

Concentrating, I willed myself to think of wings sprouting from my back. There was warmth flowing through my body as the tingle in my back intensified. I swore an animal was scratching through my back as I heard a large whoosh come from behind me. Letting out a scream, I felt the wind blow from behind me. Osirus came and stood in front of me, catching me from falling.

“Darling, look.” Staring back into the mirror, I saw two large wings. They weren’t iridescent like Osirus’s, these were colorful. Blues and greens were swirled together that reminded me of a butterfly. Both were symmetrical to each other with the explosion of color.

“You are the perfect combination of both a fae and a siren, love.” I willed them to flutter, and they did exactly as they were told. Just like curling my fingers up in a ball when I wanted, my wings listened too. Completely under my control.

“This is amazing,” I muttered to myself as I continued to flap and look at myself in the mirror.

“Come on, darling, let’s go for a test drive.” Fluttering once, then twice and registering what Osirus said, I stopped, frozen in fright.

“Eh… what?” I spoke in a high-pitched voice. “I’m not ready for that!”

When Osirus had flown me here, I was petrified. There wasn’t a mighty dragon beneath me with powerful muscles to catch me from falling. Osirus smiled, and he reached for my hand and pulled me to him; his wings were already out of his body, twitching like a hummingbird.

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