I allow him to take control, fucking her hard and slow. He snarls hungrily as she accepts him in her mindless state. He licks her carotid, but I snap at him. He’s had her blood once tonight; it’s enough. He snarls, but listens to the advice. We don’t want to hurt her. We want to give her pleasure—absolute, unrivaled pleasure. We agree on this.
He sends his magic out, and I marvel at the absolute control he has over her. She’s exploding around him until her body is wrapped in ecstasy. She rides him, giving him back what he gives her, and he purrs. He fucking purred! He’s an endless killing machine, and right now he’s reduced to a fucking kitten, lapping at cream!
I watch them from inside my head, watching as he kisses feathery-soft kisses over her delicate flesh. “Mine,” he snarls.
“Ours,” I growl answering him.
“Yes,” he snaps hungrily and smiles as he continues to drive our cock inside of her. He wants to touch her soul, he wants to consume her, and own her. I watch him, ensuring he pulls back from what could hurt her. I rumble a warning, and watch as he pulls our magic back from her body.
“So good,” he whispers, and my eyes bulge. “Need to, have her!”
“We have her,” I answer. “She is ours now. You marked her flesh.”
“Not enough; need to possess her; need to be here, like this, forever. Understand?”
He thinks I’m the weaker half. “My turn. Give me back control. She’s not ready for you, yet.”
“Need her. Want her. You have to chain her for control. I can tame her, make her need me!”
“She’s chained for her protection. I won’t share her; she could sift out and be hurt by others. Smell her, smell her utter fucking perfection. What Fae could walk away from that, even with your mark on her?”
He sniffs, and I feel our eyes turn obsidian. “Need to taste her,” he replies and pulls out, and fuck if he doesn’t go to town on that sweet pink flesh. Sucking, licking, and fucking her with his eight inch tongue. She comes instantly. He can’t control secretions as I can. He makes inhuman noises; as does she as she rides his face greedily. I feel our hand go to our cock and stroke the hard silken flesh.
I’m fucking her without touching her. She wanted to know how I did it. This is how. I’m not alone in this body. I can do things other Fae can’t. I can do bad things, and really fucking good things. I watch as our cock explodes, pumping juices on the sheet. Her body quivers as it continues to come for the beast who is feeding at her core gluttonously.
He pulls away and howls hungrily, even though he is sated and fed from her sweet juices. “So good, so pure. Need to go deeper, to own, control, fuck! Mine! She’s mine.”
“Ours,” I remind him. I trade places with him. He goes, but not willingly. Like a child denied his favorite toy, he sulks, and I shake my head. She’s the only female he has ever let live. It rattles me and makes me wonder if I shouldn’t set her free.
Magic ripples through the room. It’s not ours, it’s hers. She’s turning. I want, no, I need, to be inside of her as she changes, to see it unfold as I take her. I push inside her, watching as her head rocks from side to side as I feed her more inches. She spreads her legs and begs for more. She's so wantonly glorious; her wet slick folds soaking wet, because I made them that way. She's turning Fae, even as I watch her. She’s losing the fight, and I bide my time riding her body, fucking her hard, and making her come over and over, until she's boneless. She won’t feel the pain from the change; I won’t allow it.
So far, the only thing changing is her beautiful eyes. The purple is light, the color of freshly bloomed lilacs in spring. The blue is now as electric as its owner. The black ring surrounding it, marks her as royalty. As I watch, crimson brands begin to appear and pulse beneath her skin as she wiggles her tight ass, impishly, against my cock. I nudge it against her ass and watch as her eyes grow hooded with need.
I move to watch her Transition; those red brands growing darker as they set in against her skin, until they are such a deep crimson that they almost look black. They will lighten later, as she comes into her full power. They continue to appear and spread out, delicate thin brands that grow up her arms and around her torso. Dainty little Celtic knots of womanhood sit on her shoulders, beautiful against her pale flesh. She's Blood Fae. I think with a smile. She's mine, and I own her, every succulent fucking inch of her. I pull her up against me, bringing her to her knees as I flip her over on the bed, before I push her back down until her ass is exposed. I bring her bound hands out, releasing the chains as I hold her hands behind her back and enter her body slowly.
“Syn,” I growl, needing to hear my name on her lips, but knowing she’s too far gone to know who is taking her.
“Ryder,” she whimpers, and I freeze going utterly still in shock that she’s knows I’m inside of her.
“Pet?” I ask again, and close my eyes as no reply comes.
And then it does.
“Move, Fairy. I’m hungry. I need you, Ryder, please,” she replies as her beautiful backside sways invitingly.