Fae Story Pt 3

[Da****]

Waiting does not come naturally to a Wild Fae. Three days of helping her Nana collect and prepare concoctions for the village and pretend to be as human as possible. She delivered tinctures and poultices and made sure she walked at a human pace and spoke loudly enough to be heard by their deaf ears. She waited for a half drunk village elder to remember why his wife had sent him to the cottage without berating him with some of her Nana’s favorite descriptions of goat *****, and the whole time she thought of the Dark Fae and his offer to meet.
She knew she was going to meet him, but now she knew the threat was a lie to entice her to accept his terms. And yet she felt the magical thrill of hunger and need course through her body from her head to her toes. This was something real and primal and new.
On her way back to the cottage on the third night, she heard a wolf bay in the woods and on an instinct she let out a howl of her own. Her body responded with a thrill that boiled inside her sex.
The wolf howled again, and she could have sworn the rising moon shone slightly brighter when it did.
She ran then to the cottage, heedless of mortal eyes and dumped her last bits of detritus and took half-hearted care of her chores.
“Are you meeting the Dark Fae?” asked Nana.
All she could bring herself to do was nod.
Thin, strong, shriveled fingers lifted her chin until Crisana was staring into eyes the color of pure silver moonlight.
“When you feel your magic begin, let it happen. But don't lose yourself. Perform the rites and claim your magic."
Nana shook her face.
“Don’t get silly girl, you understand?”
She finally nodded.
Nana looked hard at her and then let go. There was judgment and questions both in that look, but it passed. This was a moment Nana seemed to dread but accept. Later, Crisana would remember that look and wonder if Nana had considered explaining more, but for now she was proud of herself for her stoic resolve in the face of Nana’s clear disapproval.
Outside the house, Crisana followed the path until she found the simple dark that gave her cover to disrobe and then she took her freedom into flight. She ran and leapt and felt the energy course through her body. The magic of her ancestors flowed through her veins, but this night something more powerful seemed to energize her.

She arrived swiftly on the far bank and took cover. Even a Fae raised among humans was stealthy and she knew how to be careful. No leaf rustled, no blade of grass turned.
She was as still as a newborn fawn.
But it wasn’t enough. She had only a moment’s notice before a blur in her peripheral vision warned her and she was toppled. Again the warm, masculine body of the Dark Fae was upon her. This time, she knew what and who it was and there was a simple familiarity to the way his power flowed over her.
He held her hands above her head, wrists pinned in his firm, veined hands. His chest met her breasts, pinning her body to the ground. Both of his legs were situated such that they were to the inside of her hips this time, so she had no opportunity to knee or kick him. His right leg was entwined with her left leg in a way the helped pin her to the ground and drove his own hips into hers. Once again, his firm but not fully hard manhood was there on her inner thigh.
Now she had the chance to truly savor the feeling of his skin against her body and the shuddering thrill of it was so much more than before. His skin was electric against hers. The dark tone and soft hair that covered him pressed into her and this time she felt every inch of his heat through her exposed flesh. The cold that never touched her before became a stark counterpoint to the way they could almost be seen to emit sparks between them. Any place he wasn’t touching seemed cold and empty by contrast.
And the feeling of his cock pressing against her thigh was a pressure that made her head swim. This was the male half of a puzzle she had been trying to solve since she understood her own body. Her breath caught. It was need and fire and she couldn’t move and that somehow only made it better.
“The little Fae returns. Have you decided to submit?” he asked in a husky voice that suggested more than a little lust.
“Never. Would you cut off your own cock?” she asked and began to grind against him.
His eyebrows shot up but didn’t move away.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because that’s what you would have to do before I would even think about it.”
Grind, grind, grind.
He gave a low growl.
“Really? Why is that?”
The contortions on his face suggested he was having trouble controlling his emotions, but his voice was as steady as a rock. Which was good because she could feel his cock beginning to swell perceptibly.
“Because that’s the only part of you I’m interested in.”
He growled. She shifted to get a better angle on his cock.
He then took her hands and began to move them together. Once he had both in one hand, he brought his now free hand down and slid it over her face, her mouth, her breasts and then took it slowly down her belly.
She gasped.
He slid a finger along her slit and found her soaking wet.
“You seem to like it a lot.”
She had several comebacks that fled her mind for a moment.
He pushed a finger inside her and all banter seemed silly.
“Submit,” he said with his finger deep inside her.
She shook her head.
But deep inside her there was a tiny voice that felt an urge to be connected to a man who knew how to use her. Not just like this, but to manipulate and control and be the one in charge. She shook her head again.
Two fingers.
Faster and faster. She panted.
He pulled his fingers out and so very slowly, pulled them to his mouth and, while she watched, put them in her mouth.
“You taste marvelous.”
She had no idea what to say. This was what she had dreamed of.
“Fuck me” was all she could think of.
He chuckled and his grin was beautiful and wicked and full of a need she recognized.
“The prey does not tell the hunter when to fire his bow.”
With that, he moved with a quickness she had never witnessed. His hands released her wrists for what seemed like only a moment, reached down and grabbed her ankles, and in a wrestlers pivot, removed himself from her body and pinned her knees back beside her head. She was utterly exposed. Her womanhood, wet and slick with hunger and need was now in front of his face and he wasted no time.
He simply lowered his face and began to lick and suck her as if she were his final meal. He was gentle around her button, but this was a devouring and her body had no experience like this. All of her thoughts and expectations had always been around accepting him into her and now he was doing with his mouth what only her fingers had done.
Confusion and pleasure made her try to squirm and she could only just move a little one way or the other, never breaking his lock on her sex. The explosions of pleasure rocketing through her were strange and the thrill of being under his control struggled against her need to regain control, but there was no way to change this. 
He lifted his head. 
“I told you, you taste marvelous.”
And with that he lowered her ankles and took her wrists again. He pulled himself to his knees and pulled out that 9in cock. It was thick and beautiful. She knew it would be so much more than she expected. Her body was a mass of confused need and pleasure and this man was in complete control of every moment now. All pretense of her exerting any control was gone.
When he entered her, it was slow and gentle. But nonetheless, she was weeping, part of *** and part of joy. This was her moment. She looked up at him and she saw his aura in the moonlight. It was so very, very dark. This was a creature of such dark potential. But around the edges was light. He was something of unholy needs, but craved the light. How strange.
His movements inside her were slow, but full. He was thick and hungry and every stroke was another reminder that he was another being throbbing inside her. She moved her hips and felt her sex milking his manhood. It was so natural that the two of them moved in a synchronicity.
In and out, his thrusts started to become something of a rhythm and she was feeling her magic rising. It was raw and needy and fulsome. The way it blended with the way he stretched her body and filled her made her feel complete and yet disconnected from herself. This was another plane of existence. What had only ever been her fingers pleasing a spot on the outside of her body now became a fullness that resonated through every part of her. As he reached the bottom of every thrust she could feel him intentionally grinding his hips against her, igniting the thrill of her own special pearl.
Faster and faster he moved and deeper and deeper she fell into the trance that was her magic. The simple reality of the wave that was lifting her soul was also lifting her magic. She had never experienced it this way before. Powerful and intense, she knew every leaf and living thing within a mile. She was one with the world.
Her own needs triggered so hard she came again and again. She was lost in him and he in her. Her fingers clawed at his back and she saw the way his body tensed and moved and ground like it knew hers instinctively. She was his to command. He reached up and cupped her breasts and squeezed. His hands moved up around her throat. The moon shone around his head and seemed to bend. He squeezed and she knew this was right. His to use. She grabbed his forearm. The moon glowed more brightly. The air was cut off. A final rising tide. She felt him grow and begin to throb inside her. He was cumming. She wanted to cry out but there was no oxygen. She didn’t care.
He was a ball of tension and pleasure as he pumped his seed into her and she welcomed it with a nearly rapturous joy. Finally his hand slacked just as the world began to grow dim at the edges of her sight. 
This was a moment of conjoined pleasure that neither could deny. She raked her nails down his back and he bit her shoulder. This was connection at its most primal.
Finally they collapsed. His sweaty body on top of her felt like home and she was happy beyond words. She wasn’t sure exactly how long they lay like that. It must have been several minutes when she felt something she had only ever heard described.
It was the quickening of her magic. Her perfect abilities coming to their fullness and given their totality by her willingness to grasp her own sexuality. She knew what she needed to do, but wished she could stay in this moment. 
Sighing, she rolled and kicked him off. Running to the water’s edge, she performed the rites carefully and looked at him.
“Find me here again in 3 days. I don’t submit, but your darkness is something special.”
And with that she ran.