He slipped a finger under her collar and tugged a little while continuing to tease her pussy with light strokes, not quite enough to make her come.“I wish I’d known sooner how hot this would make you.”
Lifting her head to look him in the eye again, she asked, “Would that have made a difference?”
“No,” he admitted, teasing her closer to climax, “but a fae can dream.”
“Do fae dream?”she asked, though she was trembling with need.She really knew so little about him.Dreamy,he’d said to Lenorae when she described the wedding, dancing, and ensuing sex.Why did that stick in her head and niggle at her?
“No questions.Just this.”He lowered his head to trail lips along her jaw, driving her even closer to the edge.
“This is good,” she agreed mindlessly, fully lost to the moment.Just so long as she kept her head for one thing.
“This is better.”He bit the underside of her jaw and shoved her into a climax so potent her eyes rolled back in her head.She shuddered in the throes of it, holding to him tightly, raising her hand to the back of his neck, pressing her new ring to the spot Dy described.
Azul went rigid, his head snapping up, shock and anger sparking fire in his suddenly crystalline hard blue eyes.“What did you—” he began, then slumped to the floor.
~26~
Step Three
Cha did herbest to catch Azul’s weight as he went down.Fortunately fae weighed much less than a human man of similar size and heft.Hollow bones and different flesh or some such.Not a lot was known about fae anatomy and physiology, and what little was known—and the less taught at the academy—hadn’t been something Cha had paid much attention to.
Fortunately, Dy had.And her theory had worked.Time to put phase three of their plan into motion.“All clear,” she called out to Dy as she arranged Azul’s wings and limbs into a more comfortable position.Or, at least, a lessuncomfortable position.
“Good goddess, what are you wearing?”Dy said from behind her.
“Lenorae’s idea.Dress me up as literal human pet and sex slave to put me in my place.Joke’s on her.The outfit worked great to distract Prince Charming long enough to deploy your spell, which worked like a, well, a charm, huh?”
“Sometimes I impress myself,” Dy agreed, crouching to check Azul’s pulse or whatever fae had for that.They had bloodlike fluid and hearts, so they must have something like a pulse, right?Katu slid along her thigh, offering comfort, and she stroked his head.
“Will he be all right?”Cha asked, trying to sound casual, but hearing the anxiety in her own voice.
She didn’t fool Dy either.Dy gave her a sympathetic smile.“I was very careful, and you administered it perfectly.Let’s get going on moving him out of here.Unfortunately, we don’t have time for you to change out of that rig you’re wearing, but that won’t matter with the glamour I’ll apply.Maybe take the collar off, at least.It’s a little unsettling.”
Cha tugged at the collar, finding and fingering the clasp, while Dy fetched and prepared the cart for moving the inert Azul.The clasp didn’t seem to want to release.In fact, she couldn’t feel the seam of the lock.
“I’m ready for you to help lift,” Dy said, then gave her a long look.“It won’t come off, right?Figures.I’ll take the feet.”
“I’m sure we’ll find a way,” Cha declared with a confidence she didn’t fully feel, going to Azul’s head and sliding her hands between his shoulders and wings.“Just a fae magic thing.Prince Charming will fix it.”
“Uh huh.Ready?One, two, three!”On three, they hefted, grunting at the dead weight.Fortunately, they were both strong and the cart was low.They settled him on his side, Cha carefully freeing his wings so they folded around him, then tucked his long legs into a fetal position.As satisfied as she could be, she helped Dy put the sides of the box into place, building the crate around Azul’s sleeping form.They tucked their extra gear and her new bad-ass outfit around him for padding.With a bit of a wistful sigh, she helped to set the lid in place, then stood back, strapping on her sword and wand belt, which probably looked ridiculous with the sex slave outfit, while Dy to performed her sorcery.
“He’ll be all right,” Dy said as her sorcery bent the air like heat waves off a black ley line.“The crate won’t be air tight and, besides, fae are far more resilient than we are.No need to worry.”
You mortals are distressingly fragile.“I’m not worried.Not about that,” she amended when Dy raised a dubious brow.
“Yes, well—I’ll worry with you about getting him out of the palace and into Betty.The relationship fallout after that is all in your lap.I’ll have enough of my own,” she added wryly.“I really hate that we have no idea how much time has elapsed in the human world.”
“Yeah, we could get back and Baby Six is a teenager and Phinny shacking up with the cute brunette neighbor.”
Dy straightened and leveled a flesh-melting glare at her.“You didnotjust say that out loud.”
Her and her big mouth.She tugged at the collar.“I’m sorry.My brains are scrambled and not connected to my mouth which is clearly on overdrive.”
Dy pointed a finger at her and sent a tiny blue fireball whizzing at Cha’s bare belly.It burned like hellfire and she yelped, clapping a hand to the spot, but there wasn’t even a mark.“IsaidI was sorry!”
“Now you’re extra sorry,” Dy returned smugly.“And you better hope you didn’t just curse me with that dire prediction of my life ruined.Now stand still.”
“You’re not going to fireball me again, are you?”