I watched her as she spoke. She was incredibly expressive, her face reflecting every emotion as she felt it. No wonder her magic was cursed, alive with so much feeling.
We kept talking, and by the time the sky darkened, I felt like I knew everything about her. She was perfect. So amazing. I could hardly believe someone like her even wanted to spend time with us.
We talked until the sun began painting the sky pink, the colour seeping through the clouds like oil. Fayanna yawned, and I looked at the others. They both nodded and stood.
"Where are they going?" she asked me once they were out of earshot.
"You'll see," I said, smiling at her softly.
Rafferty and Quillon returned carrying their mattresses, and then Rafferty headed back to grab mine. Quillon shifted the table aside, and I rose reluctantly to help make space. When Rafferty came back and set my mattress down, it didn't quite fit, so I stepped forward and pulled the couch back, Fayanna still seated on it.
She gasped softly and glanced over her shoulder, surprise flickering across her face. I felt myself tense as I worked, muscles straining as I dragged the couch farther back. When I finished, she quickly looked away, colour rising to her cheeks. I couldn't help but chuckle. She was impossibly charming without even trying.
"Alright," Quillon said, breaking the moment, "I'll get the blankets so we can all rest."
He returned a moment later with the animal-skin blankets we'd made ourselves and laid them out carefully. Then he looked at her with a gentle smile.
"Go on. Get comfortable."
She smiled back and rose to her feet. I had to force myself to look away, grounding myself as she settled in. She climbed onto the mattress with an ease that made the room feel suddenly smaller.
Rafferty froze for a moment, as if caught between thought and instinct, then moved beside her without hesitation. I stepped forward instinctively, concern tightening my chest.
"He might hurt you," I said quietly. "His curse?—"
"He won't," she said calmly, meeting my gaze. "And even if it's difficult… I accept all of you. Your curses included."
Quillon inhaled sharply, and the room went quiet, heavy with meaning. No one spoke. There was nothing left to say.
Something fundamental shifted in that silence.
Chapter Five
Fayanna
I pressed my mouth against Rafferty’s and closed my eyes. He growled and pulled me onto his lap, his hands disappearing into my hair and pulling on my hair with enough force to make me moan.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered to me, and my wetness pooled between my thighs.
He groaned when he scented me, and I watched as his eyes turned into the most gorgeous golden colour. His dark red hair fell around his face and into his golden eyes. He was stunning, with a swimmer-type muscular build. I wanted to lose myself in him, in all of them, and I wanted to drown in them.
“You are so beautiful,” I said, reaching up to touch the small horns rolling back behind his head.
“Not as beautiful as you. Now I can’t control myself. The fire?—”
Without thinking, I moved my hand down the planes of his chest and down the front of his baggy black pants he wore. I didn’t know when he took his shirt off, but I certainly wasn'tcomplaining. I moved my hand around his shaft and began pumping his cock. He groaned, muttering a small "fuck” under his breath. I smiled and kept pumping, moving my hand rapidly to keep him from being in pain.
He groaned in pain and began writhing. I kept rubbing it more, pumping my hand up and down his thick shaft. I increased my speed, making sure I didn't hold it too tight. And kept going. He threw his head back and hissed in a breath as I kept running my hand up and down his shaft. I watched him closely as his writhing increased and he began screaming. I was in a trance, unable to think properly as I kept rolling my hand. His screams turned to moans as a thick rope of pinkish cum came out of his cock.
On instinct, I leaned down and took the whole thing in my mouth. The cum tasted faintly of strawberry, a far cry from the castle cleaner's son with whom I used to sneak around. I smiled around the thickness and pulled back. Rafferty was looking at me with a hunger in his gaze and another emotion I didn't dare name.
"Lie back," He instructed.
I tilted my head, but did as he said. I lay back on the soft mattress and looked up at the flat ceiling. His hands drew my legs apart, and without any warning, I felt his tongue move between my legs. The forked appendage feels like heaven and sends sparks through my body. I moaned in pleasure and thrust my hips, needing, craving more contact. He chuckled, sending vibrations through me.
He took his tongue off, and I groaned in frustration. I looked down at him, and Rafferty looked up at me with a smirk, his golden eyes and red hair reminding me of fire.
"You want it, baby? Beg for it," he instructed.