It took a few rings for Jack to answer your phone call. “Hey, baby.” You scoffed, he had some nerve giving you a regular greeting after what he’d done. “Oh lord, what now?” He chuckled. You could hear he was in a car, the roar of the engine in the background. “You alone?”, you asked, finally breaking the silence. “You’re not even going to ask me how the show was?” You rolled your eyes, clearing your throat. “I can see how good the show was; you’re trending on Twitter right now.” He perked up, knowing this was driving you crazy. “Oh really? What for?”

“Don’t be funny, Jack, I’m not in the mood.”

“What are you in the mood for?” His tone was telling, his voice low and gruff; you squeezed your thighs together at the thought of his hands on you.

“It’s not fair that other people get to see you like that. I miss you, baby.” You were pouting and felt like a brat even bringing it up, but it was how you felt.

“I wanna hear how much you miss me.” It was more of a command than a request.

“I just said I missed you.”

You could hear his smile over the phone. He let out a sharp breath. “You know that’s not what I mean.” Your pelvic muscles clenched involuntarily at his inuendo. “Jack, there are other people on this plane. I don’t think the pilot wants to hear me moan your name.”

“Fine. Then just listen. You belong to me, and I don’t think about anyone else but you. Tonight, I’m going to prove it to you. After I’m done with you, there won’t be an inch of your body that hasn’t been kissed, licked, or pleasured. I’m going to make you cum so hard with my just my tongue, you’re going to be tasting yourself on my lips for days. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard with my cock, that tight pussy of yours will only orgasm for me. Understand?”

You gulped, shifting in your seat, your wetness soaking your panties and jeans.

“Do you understand?” He asked again, this time expecting a response.

“Yes.”

“Good girl. I’ll see you tonight.”

****

Jack checked his phone a couple of times as he sat at the table. He was expecting you to arrive at least thirty minutes ago, and he was starting to get worried. He cursed to himself when he dialed you a couple of times but didn’t have good enough service for the call to go through.

Jack was startled when the waiter bent around him, holding out a small, wrapped box. “Monsieur Harlow. Mademoiselle Y/L/N regrets to inform you she could not join you for the party, but she hopes you’ll accept this gift as apology.”

Jack plucked the small card from the top of the box, recognizing your handwriting immediately.

Thought you would want a souvenir to remember your actions earlier today. Come find me at the hotel when you’re done tonight.

He pulled the ribbon on the gift, opening the top to reveal a piece of lace fabric. It took him a second to realize it was your underwear; the same underwear you were wearing today on the plane. Without giving hit a second thought, he excused himself from the table and headed to the hotel.

****

You heard the whirring of the key card as the door unlocked, Jack emerging from behind the door, his eyes dark. “You think you’re cute?”, he asked as he stripped off his suit jacket, moving to unbutton his white shirt. You couldn’t help but giggle as you layed on the bed. “So, you got your gift?” He scoffed, removing the buckle from his belt. “You know I did.” His hard cock sprung from his boxers as he slipped them down his hips. “What did you think?” You licked your hand, beginning to stroke the head of his cock, Jack letting out a groan as he gathered your hair in one of his hands. Knowing that you had him under control for at least a few seconds, your grabbed at his testicles, squeezing them in your hand. His hips bucked toward you. “Baby, what are you doing?” Jack edged out, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. “Just a reminder that you belong to me, too. I can’t have people thinking that you’re single looking that fuckin’ good. You won’t do it again, will you?” Jack was too focused on his balls to answer. You squeezed harder, making him cry out. “Fuck, yes, baby. I won’t do it again.” You released, giving him a cute little smile. “Thank you, baby.”

****

Jack shivered as you ran your lips across the tip of his cock, a string of saliva connecting when you pulled away. “Are you ready?” You simply nodded, sticking out your tongue to him. He slid his cock down your tongue, about halfway, so you could adjust to his size in your mouth. When you were ready, you tapped the back of his thighs to let him know you wanted more. With one thrust, he hit the back of your throat, slowly pulling back out so you could take a single breath before he thrusted into you again. You couldn’t help the tears brimming in your lashes, the drool uncontrollably dripping out of the sides of your mouth. “Fuck, your throat is almost as tight as your pussy.” It didn’t take long before you could feel his balls start to pulse, his pace staggering as he came close to orgasming. You whined when he removed himself from your mouth, wanting to continue to pleasure him. “Turn over.” You immediately complied, presenting your ass to him as you arched your back. You felt him drag his cock through your folds, stopping at your entrance at pushing the tip in. “Jack, please”, you begged, the teasing driving you crazy. With a snap of his hips, he thrusted into you, the force making your core clench around him. He set a furious pace, his pelvis hitting your ass with each drive.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum, Jack.” Jack pulled out, turned you around so you were on your back, before entering you again. He lifted your legs so he could hit your g-spot, helping to take you over the edge. You came around his cock within seconds, your orgasm traveling through your legs, making your toes curl. He placed kisses on your calves as he watched you catch your breath. “You okay?” He checked in with you. “Yes, keep going.” He slipped back into you, picking up that same pace, your orgasm immediately building in your lower stomach. “Jack, I’m gonna cum again”, you announced, breathless. “I’m close, too.” You tried holding off, but he was hitting your cushiony ceiling just right, you came again, this time the sensations even stronger. “Shit, I’m cumming.” Your clenched pelvic muscles drew out his orgasm, his release filling you up.

Jack hovered over you, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath he took to steady himself. “You did so good, baby.” He placed a kiss on your forehead, tasting the beads of sweat that had formed on your skin. You grabbed at his bicep, attempting to pull him back down. Where you thought you would feel relief at his weight being lifted off of you, you just felt cold. You could barely move, your core still tight from your last orgasm, and your limbs rendered immobile, aside from the occasional muscle twitch from fatigue. You could feel his cum begin to drip out of you, your body shuddering at the sensation. He used his index finger to collect what he could see, pushing it back into your pulsing pussy. “Fuck, Jack.” You grabbed at his hand, his large digit making you feel fuller than three fingers usually did. “I can’t do anymore, baby.” Your tone was pleading, but your eyes were lustful. You would take anything he was willing to give you. He lifted your hips, cupping your ass with both hands as he slid a pillow underneath. “Keep your legs closed for me, okay?” You complied, your eyelids heavy from fatigue. 

Jack chuckled, raising up and standing over you. “Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.”

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A cry rang out into the hot summer humidity, the high pitched noise cutting through the dense crowd of passerby. Very few men and women had any sort of reaction to the startling noise, simply going about their day to day business. The market was known for its improper vendors and indelicate items of sale. You had days to prepare yourself for the trek down through the countryside and past the privilege and safety that the high gates of your estate afforded you. Still, nothing could have prepared you for such cruelty. 

“What in God’s name does that man think he’s doing?” You asked from the sidelines, the middle of the mud covered street completely empty aside from the burly middle aged man and the small creature. Your boot stuck to the muck as you began taking steps forward, hoping to intervene. 

The elderly man that had been standing beside you quickly threw his arm out, blocking your path. “I can tell that you’re not from around here Miss, but getting in the middle of something like this isn’t something that a lady should busy herself with. What if you were to get hurt?” 

The old man’s hands were calloused, his rough palms yanking at the expensive fabric of your embroidered cloak. You were boiling in the thick fabric, but couldn't’ afford any of the locals recognizing you and running back to your uncle. The rotten man would no doubt drag you back home and lock you away for the rest of your natural life. You’d sweat to death before you let that happen. 

“Even so, I can’t just allow someone to hurt another living creature like this. I’ve never seen such a thi-” 

Another cry rang out, but this one was louder than the last. It sounded more desperate, more painful to even your untrained ears. The small sprite was dying, you knew that for sure. You were quick to shrug off the man’s grip, walking into the circle hurriedly. A few patrons of the nearby tents turned to face you, but you paid no mind. You hiked up your skirts in the hopes of saving it from the mud and soldiered on. The closer you got to the scene, the better you began to understand. 

The sprite wasn’t just being slapped around or mishandled, but the brute had his wing clutched tightly into one of his hands, its iridescence shining in the midday sun. The severity of the situation sank deep into your bones, disgust hollowing out your stomach and causing your blood to burn hot. That strange silver blood that ran through both you and the sprite’s veins was mixing in with the stench of wet earth, its sweet metallic tang thick on your tongue as you began to bend down to console the tiny creature. You quickly realized that being nice to the dying thing wouldn’t do a lick of good, so you straightened your back, the dagger at your hip burning hot. You felt the weight of the weapon, as if the thing had a life of its own and was calling out to you. 

It demanded the blood of the unjust. The blood of the cruel and soulless. 

“What is all of this? Explain yourself!” You demanded, your hood still hanging well over your eyes and hair. Still, your lips were downturned into a deep set scowl.

The burly man in front of you must have been just shy of six and a half feet- a giant compared to your own form. Still, you were trained enough to know that the larger men often relied on their size and weight to overpower their opponent. You were confident that the brute was all muscle with little to no strategy. If you needed to, you could take him. 

“Are you trying to tell me what I can and can’t do with my sprite, girlie?” He spat, glaring down at you. As if to rub the fact that he owned the poor thing in your face, he gave the wing another tight squeeze. 

Behind you the poor creature writhed in pain, pressing his small face into the mud. The cry of distress was muted since his small lips were pressed against the filthy ground. Your heart thrummed hard in your chest, and quicker than the man could have blinked you had acted. 

Kicking out with your left foot you gave the side of his knee a healthy kick. Just as you suspected, the large man let out a cry, quickly hurtling towards the ground. You reached out, gripping hard onto the hand that held the delicate wing. You dug your middle and pointer finger against the pressure point at the side of his wrist, causing his fingers to unwillingly loosen. 

Before a crowd could even gather to see what the commotion was, it was over in a second. You had the wing in one hand, and the sprite in another. You suddenly became startlingly aware of the fact that you were in a dress, and with both of your hands currently occupied you would have no real way to fight back against the man if he chose to attack. Even so, you slid your feet until they were shoulder length apart, ready to use your legs if you needed to. The thought of flashing a crowd of people the slip that you were wearing underneath all of your layers mortified you, but you preferred winning this little altercation if it meant sparing you a blow to the ribs or face. 

“That little shit is mine! I paid for ‘em!” The humiliated man still cried out to you, slamming his heavy fists down into the mud. You took a step just in time, saving your jade green dress from the thick clumps of mud that went flying during his tantrum. 

“You were going to kill him anyway. Consider him dead and walk away.” You kept your voice low, still hugging the wounded creature against your chest. 

His exposed skin was clammy against your fingers, and you could feel his tiny body shaking in your grasp. Despite the cruelty that he had just received, you could feel the pull of his fingers as he dug them into your cloak, clinging to you for dear life just in case someone tried to pry him away. The large man gave you one last look before rising to his feet, making sure to send you a vulgar gesture before disappearing into the crowd. 

You didn’t dare stop to check on the sprite- not until you were away from all of the nosy onlookers. 

You walked quickly, weaving through the thick foot-traffic until you were behind a cluster of brightly colored tents. The peddlers were calling out loudly into the crowds, trying to find buyers interested in their trade. 

“Fresh produce! We’ve got carrots, potatoes, and apples! Just picked this morning!” 

“You there! Good sir! You look like you could use a new belt. I just so happen to be the finest leather craftsman-” 

And through all of the yelling and merrymaking, you could still hear the chime-like laughter of women trained to dote on men that didn't’ deserve it. Directly next to the tents where you were currently kneeling was an old brick building. A brothel. You’d never been inside of one, of course, but you’d overheard a few of your uncle’s guards talking about the women that they paid to keep them company. 

“You’re safe now, alright? I won’t hurt you.” You cooed, slowly pulling your hand away from your chest. 

The sprite had hair so black that it looked blue in the bright sun, and its skin was pale to the point that it almost looked green. You weren’t sure whether or not that was just its natural color or he was losing too much blood. The wing that was still attached to his back twitched as he stared up at you, his eyes so large and black that they almost looked like polished buttons. It blinked a few times, and you started to fear that he was in shock. Rising him up so that he could meet your eyes, you were sure to give him a close once over. He was nearly covered in mud, the old scraps of fabric that he was wearing as a tunic being torn in a few places. The blood which had once been a metallic silver when fresh had dimmed to a slate gray and clung to the corners of its mouth and down his neck. 

You should have killed the man for mistreating such a hapless, harmless creature. 

You had heard about the mistreatment of the fae all of your life, but you’d been shielded from the brutality of it. Not all of the fae were as harmless as the sprites, but still. . . humans always seemed to be the aggressors. They enslaved the poor things for sport and showed them off as though they were showdogs. The nanny that had practically raised you had been fae- a seelie. She’d long since retired, but you could still remember her striking beauty with fondness. The sharp, angular cheekbones and pinched nose always set her apart from the human servants that helped out around the estate. When she would let her hair down at night and tuck you into bed, her wavy red hair would be let loose out of its usual tight updo. Even in the dim lighting of your room, you could see the vibrancy of those locks. They shone like fire in the moonlight. 

She, along with all of the other fae servants that your parents kept around the house, had always kept both of their wings. Rather than threatening their life and only freeing them in their old age, your family made sure to employ them just as they would employ humans. They were paid fairly and allowed to stay on the grounds until they felt the need to retire. 

Aobhinne had retired just two weeks after you had turned twelve. You hadn’t seen or heard from her since. 

Those that felt the same way that your family had about the fae were a rarity. Once the humans had figured out a way to enslave and dominate the strong and mystical creatures, they began going to great lengths to keep them under their thumbs. Probably because people truly knew how deadly and fearsome the seelie and unseelie could be. Especially the unseelie. 

They were natural born warriors and feared by all, even the seelie. You’d grown up hearing the terrifying tales of their wrath and beauty. Mother’s often told their unruly children that the unseelie loved the way that bad little boys and girls tasted just to keep them in line, and you always wondered if those stories were really just bedtime myths. 

Any time you even mentioned the unseelie in front of Aobhinne, the fae woman was quick to shut you up and change the subject. 

What you were searching for today wasn’t a bodyguard but a warrior. The terrain was treacherous where you were headed. Thieves and dire wolves were going to be the least of your worries once you got further into fae territory. There were things far more dangerous than that lurking in the shadows of Tir Na Nog. The mission that you were on might be a foolish and self serving one, but it needed to be done.

The sprite didn’t say anything to you, rather it just continued to stare. You didn’t blame the poor thing for being distrustful of you and your intentions after seeing the abuse it had just undergone at a human’s hands, so you moved to place it back down on the ground. Despite the fact that he was now free, he still stood there, almost as though he was waiting for something. 

“Are you hungry?” You asked, already making a move to dig into the small suede pouch that you had resting at your hip. You had three days worth of travel rations, and you were sure that you could spare enough for the tiny creature to take. 

It would take you two days to make it to the edge of the forest, and you’d be able to hunt then. 

It shook its head, its beady eyes still locked onto your hand. You thought back to the way it had been writhing in pain without even needing to be touched by the man earlier. Its wing being damaged seemed to be the source of its injuries. Uncurling your fingers, you flashed the pixie its wing, smiling softly as it reached upwards desperately for it. You handed it back as gently as it could, watching as the small thing clutched the wing tightly to his chest. 

“You're free now. Fly as far away as you can.” 

It faltered for a second, almost as though he was weary of whether or not you were truly about to let him go. Your stomach soured as you imagined all of the horrors the creature must have had to endure if he was so distrustful of humans. 

Ever so slowly you pushed your hood back, your long hair catching the wind as a particularly strong gust shook the fabric tents behind you. You hoped that seeing your face, something you had kept hidden from others' view up until now, might put him at ease. A sudden sense of familiarity flashed in the sprite’s eyes, as though he recognized you from somewhere. The fear was chased away from the creature’s pinched face, his lips pulling up into a wide grin. 

His teeth, though small, were razor sharp. 

The tavern on the outskirts of the marketplace was horribly dim, the only source of light coming from the lanterns that hung from the wooden beams in the ceiling, and the small candles that flickered on the rickety tables. It smelled of stale ale, sweat, and whatever stew and or braised meat they had prepared for the day. You faltered in the doorway, the rowdy cheers of the male patrons making you rethink your own patronage. 

You could count on both hands how many times you’d been outside of the oppressive walls of your family’s estate in all of your years. You’d never stepped foot in a place like this before, and the weapons strapped to each man’s thigh or hip set off alarm bells in your head. Every second that you spent in that dimly lit pit was a dangerous one, but you knew you would at least find someone that knew what you were looking for. 

Who you were looking for. 

“Excuse me, can I help you?” The voice was silky soft as it called out to you from across the tavern. 

Your attention was ripped from one particular table of brutes by a tall female standing behind the bar. She had a wooden mug in both of her hands, frothy liquid dribbling over the sides. She placed them in front of two men who tossed a few copper coins down onto the bar. She waited for them to walk away before she grabbed a rag, picking the currency up with covered hands to drop into a lockbox. 

She was fae. 

It suddenly felt like you could breathe again. You made sure that the hood was still in place atop your head before walking up to her, resting your arms on the bar so that you could lean over it. You couldn’t risk anyone overhearing you, especially if any of these men knew your uncle. The people on this side of the village were willing to do anything for a few gold coins, even if it meant selling a young woman’s freedom. 

The fae woman blinked at your eagerness, her lips thinning as she waited for you to speak. You could tell that there weren’t too many women that were bold enough to step food in a place like this, and you couldn’t blame them for it either. 

“I’m looking for a skilled adventurer. Someone that could assist me on my travels. I know that the local guild are regulars here, and I was hoping that you could point me in the direction of the captain.” You spoke lowly, your eyes flickering to one of the men that was sitting closest to you at the bar. 

He cut his eyes towards you having felt the weight of your gaze, but he quickly looked away, probably feeling too buzzed off of his booze to be interested. The fae woman’s green eyes widened, and it wasn’t until she was sauntering up to get closer to you that you finally noticed the way that her deep cacao skin caught the dim light. Like a thousand tiny crystals were embedded in her skin. 

You hadn’t seen a woman this beautiful since your Aobhinne had retired all those years ago. Her skin was hot as she reached out for you, taking your clothed shoulder in her hand and nodding in the direction of a closed door. 

“We should talk somewhere private. I’ll follow you.” There was an urgency in her voice, and despite your intense distrust of anyone outside of your tight inner circle, you trusted that she was doing this to protect you. 

Her curly brown hair bounced as she turned on her heel, motioning the other barmaid over with her hand. You didn’t stay long enough to listen to her excuse for stepping away, rather you headed straight towards the closed door and pushed it open. The room smelled of old books and burning wood, and it was small enough to be used as a storage room. There was an oak desk that nearly swallowed the whole space, and a fireplace in the corner of the room, used for warmth in the dead of winter. A deep red candle wax stained the left side of the desk, and a cluster of five or more sat unlit, probably used only at night when the sun that poured in from the large window could no longer be utilized. 

You shuffled awkwardly, pressing your back against the cold bricks as you waited for the fae woman to come for you. It felt good against your sweaty back, the heat from the hot summer sun still scorching. You jumped as the door closed next to you, but relaxed when you saw the familiar pair of green eyes staring at you, still wide with surprise. 

“When you talk about traveling. . . you don’t mean-” She cut herself off, but she didn’t have to finish. You knew exactly what she was implying and why she felt too afraid to even say the words out loud. So you did it for her. 

“Tir Na Nog.” 

She gasped, bracing her weight against the side of the desk as she processed exactly what you were telling her. No human had ever crossed over and into the Tir Na Nog circle and returned alive. You knew that you were special though. Who you were and what you were made you both a dangerous foe and companion. 

“The fae aren’t the only things that you’ll have to defend yourself from once you cross over, you do know that, right? I’ve met my fair share of mundane children that believe a better life awaits them over the boundary, and they’re wrong.” She was speaking to you as though you were a petulant child, unable to grasp the severity of her warning. 

“I know that there are beasts over the wall that would love nothing more than to devour me whole. I’m not stupid, nor am I ill-informed. Someone very dear to me is there waiting for me, I am sure of it. I fear that if I don’t find her soon that there will be dire consequences.” You assured her, uncrossing your arms and loosening your tight muscles. 

You’d been on guard all day, and felt tired down to your bones. The walk from your estate to the market had been five miles on foot, and sneaking past your uncle's employed guards had been a three hour long affair. Now that the adrenaline had finally run out of your system, you felt like you might collapse. Still, they would have long since realized that you were missing. The village would be the first place that they would search. Time wasn’t on your side, and you needed to leave for Tir Na Nog by tonight if you didn’t want to get caught. You’d already failed to escape once, but that was two years ago. You are stronger now. Faster and smarter too. If your uncle did happen to catch up to you, you feared that he’d lock you up in a copper prison and throw away the key. 

The fae woman slowly approached you, as though she was trying to pet a wild dog prone to biting. You didn’t move a muscle, not even when her lithe fingers caught the edge of your cloak and pulled back the hood. Your hair clung to your cheeks with sweat, and the sudden burst of cool air on your face felt good. You clenched your jaw but didn’t rear back from her touch. You let her shaky fingers brush back your hair, revealing your ears to her. 

She stumbled back a few steps, slapping her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream. 

You’d been told all of your life that you possessed unnatural beauty, though you couldn’t quite see what they did when you looked in the mirror. You had your father’s eyes and complexion, but everything else had been handed down to you by your dear mother. 

“Y-You smelled fae, so I just thought. . . I thought you were like me. You’re too small to be faerie though. So I. . . -” She was rambling now. 

Though you didn’t have keen fae hearing, you could see her pulse in her throat pounding away at the speed of a hummingbird's wings. You were putting her in harm's way just by being here. You knew that dragging anyone else into your mess might lead to their demise, but you had nowhere else to turn. 

You needed to be selfish. 

“Do you understand my plight now? I know that it is unfair of me to ask for your assistance, but I can’t stay here.” Not when your mother was possibly in danger. 

Your uncle had sold you off to be a King’s wife as though you were prized cattle, and you’d be damned before they used your rare blood to their advantage. You refused to allow your future children to be used as pawns in yet another war, especially if that spelled out your mother and her beloved people’s demise. 

The room plummeted into silence, and for a second you wondered if it would just be better if you left. You had a feeling that the woman would keep your existence a secret. The minutes were ticking by, and you had a sinking feeling that the moment that you stepped out of those doors without the very person that you were in search for, that you’d be sealing your own fate. So you let the fae woman stare at you, your cheeks blazing with heat over the uncomfortable situation. You hated to be ogled at, but somehow it had managed to become a recurrence in your life. 

The fae woman suddenly perked up, turning her head to face the open window. She rushed to shut the glass, going as far as to lock the latch in place. 

“We can’t let anyone know that you are here. I won’t tell a soul, I swear to you.” She spoke with such conviction that it immediately put your mind at ease. “The captain of the guild has loose lips and would immediately sell you out the first chance that he gets. I wouldn’t recommend turning to him for any kind of assistance.” 

Your heart sunk down to the pit of your chest, your shoulders slumping in defeat. As horrible as it sounded, this was the only lead that you had. You were sure that the man would be kind enough to offer you some sort of assistance, half breed or not. 

“Do you know any fae that would be willing to accompany me? Even if they got me to the border of Tir Na Nog, I would find some way to make it through to the inner city.” You weren’t sure how you would manage on your own, but you’d find a way. Even if you had to sell your soul, you’d do it if it meant getting to your mother and ensuring her safety. 

“I know someone,” She spoke quickly, pointing up towards the ceiling. “Someone that could take you. I served his family as a maid, and I owed him a favor. He’s the only person that I know for certain that will keep you and your secret safe. He’s the most honorable person I know, and the finest warrior that our land has ever seen.” She spoke in hushed tones now, almost as though his presence here was even more startling than your own. 

Fae were trickier than humans, and naturally more skilled when it came to combat. They knew how to attract unsuspecting people with their inhuman beauty, only to gut them the second that they saw an opening. Most of those that were faerie- even if they were raised in the human territories- hated humans with a passion, and it was all because of the horrors that they had faced after the Great War. You couldn’t necessarily blame them for it. You had gotten just a taste of the mistreatment that was forced upon the fae earlier, when you had seen that poor sprite half dead in the mud. 

Even so, you trusted them more than you did humans. Especially with matters of this importance. 

“I would like to meet him then. The sooner the better. Time is of the essence.” You didn’t have to elaborate for her. She was already wrenching the thick wooden door open, motioning for you to situate your hood so that it was covering your face once more. 

She led you through the loud tavern and to a tall staircase that you hadn’t noticed towards the back of the large room. Quickly the two of you ascended the stairs, the long skirts of her blood red dress waving in your line of sight as she held on tight to the bannister. Upstairs was a long hallway of rooms, each door closed. 

The two of you kept walking until you reached the end of the hall, and it was at the very last door that she raised her fist, gently knocking. A grunt sounded, almost too low and quiet for your ears to pick up. 

“What is it, Tauriel?” A male voice spoke up before the door was fully open. He sounded annoyed by the sudden interruption. 

“A job. I have someone that you will want to meet.” 

This was your last chance to turn back around. Life might have been a living hell for you up to this point, but you still ate three meals a day. You wore the newest clothes, had a vast estate with servants that waited on you hand and foot, and had people that protected you at all hours of the day. 

It had never been enough for you though. 

So you stepped through the door, leaning against it after you closed it behind you. 

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned to you. The room was just as dim as the tavern had been, the curtains pulled closed to block out all natural light. The only thing that lit up the room was two oil lamps on either side of the room, the flames flickering and casting odd shadows on the wooden walls. His back was broad, and even through his white poet shirt, the sleeves billowing out around his arms, you could tell that he had a muscular build. It was his hair that caught your eye though. It kept you staring at him longer than you deemed polite. 

The strands looked like spun gold, practically luminescent as it caught the candle light. It was just as long as yours and hung down his back in soft waves. You hadn’t even seen his face yet, and you knew that he was fae. He was sitting too still to be human, almost as though he was made of stone. 

“I don’t need to be taking odd jobs right now. You know that I’m here on official business. Besides, I don’t need to surround myself with others like us. It will draw too much attention, and it’s been nearly impossible to keep myself hidden as is.” 

He hadn’t even caught a glimpse of your face, and yet he was already writing you off as a child of Tir Na Nog. You thought back to what Tauriel had said earlier; that you had smelled like a faerie. You had known that the fae senses were heightened, but knowing that they could hear every beat of your heart and smell you where you stood made you feel uneasy. Like they knew all of your deepest secrets without even speaking to you. 

“She is official business.” The woman spoke between clenched teeth, reaching up to pull the hood off of your head. 

You felt naked standing there, your cheeks flushed a soft pink from embarrassment. You hadn’t socialized with anyone outside of your family in years, and you had revealed your identity to not just one stranger, but now two. The urge to shrink back into the shadows of the room nearly crippled you, an odd sense of panic seizing your lungs. The more people that knew about you, the more dangerous your situation became. 

The male finally turned his head to catch a glimpse of you, and the sight of his face nearly stole your breath away. Never before had you seen a man this beautiful before. He could have been a god walking amongst mortals, and you wouldn’t have been surprised. A few locks of golden hair hung in his face, his eyes so blue that you could see the vibrancy of them from across the room. His lips were full- cherubic in nature. One could only admire him as a work of art, what with his stoic jawline and sultry eyes. 

Only when he stood up did you finally realize just how massive he was. He towered over both you and Tauriel. The size difference was almost comical as he approached you. You knew that fae, especially the unseelie men, were supposed to be larger than humans- but you hadn’t mentally prepared yourself for the sheer size of him. Seeing the lean muscles, even through his clothing, set off alarm bells in your head. Your own instincts instantly began screaming at you. He was more than capable of killing you with his bare hands, and the small dagger that you had fastened at your hip wouldn’t deter him in the least. 

If this man wanted you dead, then there was nothing you could do to stop it. No weapon, blessed or otherwise, would help you. 

You’d spent years training alongside your uncle’s most seasoned guards, but suddenly you felt so utterly outmatched that it sent a shiver down your spine. Once again, the warning bells in your head were chiming. Telling you to back out of the room as fast as you possibly could. It wasn’t too late to turn tail and head towards the wall by yourself.

You could tell that the man was stoic. The natural frown that pulled down at the concerns of his plush lips let you know that he was probably the type of person that rarely reacted to things, merely dealt with them. You, on the other hand, found it hard to mask your feelings. Even now, you knew that your eyes were practically popping out of your head as he stalked closer to you. He was so completely other- so unhuman- that you found it hard to grasp the fact that he was actually real. All someone had to do was look into his eyes, hood or no hood, and they would know who he was. What he was. 

You watched the lean muscles of his shoulders as he bent his torso down, trying to get a better look at your features in the dim lighting. 

Shock flashed across the man’s face as he finally gave you a once over. After the shock there was realization, and then something else. . . an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“You need passage into Tir Na Nog,” For a second you feared that he really could read your mind. “Either you’re as ignorant as you look or you have a death wish.” 

It took you longer than it should have to realize that he was insulting your intelligence. Your temper flared, and before you could school your anger back into neutrality you were baring your teeth and taking a step closer towards him. 

“You know nothing about me, unseelie.” You spat out the name as though it was a curse, eyes wild as you stared into his blue eyes. 

Now that the two of you were chest to chest, you could feel the unnatural heat of his body radiating from him. It made you feel even hotter in the wool cloak you were wearing. And his scent- it was rich. Dark. His fighting leathers, which you knew were shoved into the bag that he had propped up in the corner, was the first thing you could smell off of him. You’d always had a good nose; you had your fae blood to thank for that. His natural scent made your head spin- the earth just after a storm and something floral. 

He met your gaze, unwavering where he stood. He didn’t even blink as he stared down at you, his lips downturned and his eyes lax. He was making it known that he didn’t see you as a threat, and for some reason that made your blood boil. 

“With a temper like that, I’d wager that I’m not the only unseelie in this room- so don’t go around disrespecting my kind, girl.” He looked over your shoulder at the other fae woman, acting as though you no longer existed. “I’ll take the job. Let me pack my things.” 

Everything inside of you wanted to deny him. It would be incredibly satisfying to tell him to go fuck himself, but getting your head lopped off by bandits on the trail from town wasn’t ideal. You stood a pretty good chance against one to two men. . . but three or four? You’d surely die. So you swallowed your pride and took a step back, breaking whatever had just happened between the two of you. Being so close to him made your head spin. You hated that the bastard was so pretty… but not as much as you hated the smirk that he flashed your way right before you closed the door of his room. 

It was almost as though you could hear him bragging in your mind. 

“You know that you need me.” And it was the fact that you did in fact depend on him that solidified the hate in your heart. 

You’d ditch the unseelie the first chance that you got. . . you just had to find someone else that would be willing to take you the rest of the way. 

"Uh-hu", is all you could manage to respond, feeling like your brain was dangerously close to a short circuit.

In an instant upon hearing your response, Neteyam‘s hand was buried between your legs once again, fingers prodding at your slippery entrance, causing your legs to twitch.

"Good. Because you will do it again", he tells you with a grin. You gasp when two of his digits slide into you with ease.

At this point, he knew exactly what to do to make you finish within seconds, so he begins to thrust them in and out at a rapid pace. Your hands claw at his forearm, moans spilling from your lips like a damn waterfall when he curls his fingers just right to hit that spongey little spot inside of you.

"F-Fuck, too much! Teyam it‘s— s‘too much!" You whimper, hips desperately trying to squirm away from his hands. "I- I can’t, I just came!"

"Oh, I know", Neteyam chuckles completely unfazed, "but you’re my good girl, aren’t you? You can take it. And you will cum for me again, right?"

He keeps pushing insistently against that spot, finger-fucking you so fast that you grew dizzy. "Come for me", he growled, "Come on me. Get me wet and fucking drench me." You couldn’t stop the stream of slickness from squirting out as soon as you hit your second peak, a steady flow that has your eyes rolling back, because of his thumb simultaneously circling your clit.

You didn’t know why it made you tingle all over, hearing him groan like it bought him pleasure as he watched you cum on his fingers, but you were so dopey and more satisfied than you’ve ever been.

You suck in a rush of air when Neteyam shifts to kneel between your thighs, grabbing both of your ankles, so that you’re nearly folded in half, before he lines his cock up with your entrance. With his thumbs, he spreads your folds and more of your juices seep out of you freely.

"You have such a pretty pussy, look how wet you are", Neteyam hums and you have just enough time to prepare yourself, before he thrusts his cock fully into you with a moan.

"One more time. Do it for me, sevin."