Her Fae Lovers

“Not a word.” Lu squeaked out as he looked up at the towering forms of Bodach and Merrow.

“My coileach is bigger than you.” Bodach said. His hand coming up to his mouth to hold in his laughter. Lu glared up at Merrow, waiting for the other man to say anything about his current size.

“He is a wee-thing, but hurry on. Be safe.” He said, motioning the other man towards the building. “Let us in when you’re in.”

Rolling his eyes, Lu turned away from the others. It would have been more dramatic if he weren’t so small. He was roughly about six inches tall. Already he’d walked around the building searching for an opening that he could fit through. When he’d found it, he couldn’t help but let out a groan.

Knowing that he wasn’t going to hear the end of Bodach’s teasing anytime soon.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Crouching down, he pushed himself into the tight tunnel that he hoped would lead him into the basement of the shop. Belly scrapping over the rough gravel and rocks as he crawled deeper. This wasn’t a fun trip. He could feel the faint tingling sensation of magic moving over his skin as he reached the end of the tunnel.

Crawling out, he moved to his knees, looking around the dusty basement. Hoping that the magic didn’t let the shop owner know that he was here.

Letting his own magic flow through him, Lu closed his eyes as his muscles twisted and contorted until he was back to his normal size. Rolling his shoulders, he moved to the basement doors. Grabbing a white drop-cloth of one of the chairs, he made his way to the door that he’d seen outside of the shop. He pushed it open, squinting at the bright sunlight. Merrow handed him his clothing, and he dropped the sheet.

“Not another word, Bodach.” Lu said as he stepped away, pulling on his jeans.

“You were so little. I could keep you in my pocket.”

“Bodach.” Merrow warned as he stepped past Lu into the damp basement, his nose curling at the smell of stale air. It reminded him of his time in the box.

“I thought you were cute, but seeing you palm size-”

“I said not another word.” Lu pulled on his shirt, glaring at the men before turning away. “Let’s go find Lola.”

***

“Lola, you need not look so scared of me.” Erik said, pressing his lips together as he sat the glass of water down on his dresser.

“I’m sorry.” Lola’s words were tight and clipped. Her eyes wide as she waited for his next move.

“Sweetling, you must be more careful.”

“I will be.” Lola said as she clasped her hands together at her waist.

Erik’s lips twitched into a smile as he moved closer to her, “You didn’t need to use the bathroom, did you?”

“No,” Lola said, biting her lip. Worried that he had caught on to her plans to try to escape. “I mean, yes I do.”

“You wanted to come up here?” Erik smirked as he stepped close enough to Lola that she could feel the heat of his skin through her clothing. Smell the jasmine tea that he had drank earlier, it wasn’t an unpleasant smell. Just one that had her on edge.

“No, I didn’t.”

“It’s okay, Lola. You don’t have to hide anything from me.” Erik brought his hand up to caress the top of her cheek as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Pulling her closer so her breasts pressed against his chest.

“No, Erik. I didn’t mean-”

Her words were cut off as he pressed his lips against hers. His tongue snaking into her mouth, cutting off her protests. She brought her hand up to his chest, giving him a shove. Her other hand trying to pull his away from her waist.

“Oh Lola, you seek to deny me?” He chuckled as he rested his forehead against hers. “My bride.”

“Please.” Lola said, trying to shove him away again. It was like a fly batting at a giant as he stood next to her, unmoving.

“You don’t have to beg me.” Erik’s lips twitched into a smile as he pulled her with him towards the bed, his hands moving over her hips. She felt his hardness press against her belly and her stomach churned.

“No.” Lola shouted, trying to pry his hands away as she stumbled, falling into his chest. His fingers tightened as he dug them into her hips. Letting out a dark chuckle, horns sprouting from his forehead. His eyes seemed to glow a bright green that reminded Lola of a glow stick in the darkness.

“Lola, I have been so patient with you. All you have to do is give into me and I will give you everything you could ever want.”

“Erik, I could never love you.” She said. Trying to turn her head away from him, his fingers moved to her chin, holding her in place.

“Guess I’ll have to force you then.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair, forcing her head to the side so he could lick and nipped up her throat. “I’d hoped that we could both enjoy our first time together.”

“Erik, don’t do this.” Lola pleaded as she hit at him again. She brought her hands up to his face, raking her nails across his skin. Grimacing at the feel of his horns.

“It’s okay, I like it rough.” He growled as he let her go, pushing her towards the bed. Smiling as she tried to scramble away.

He moved with viper like speed. His hand wrapping around her ankle as he pulled her closer. His body thrummed with the need to take her, to posses her until he was the only thing that she could think about.

Just as he was cursed to be consumed by the women of her line.

“Erik, please don’t.” She cried out again as his hands moved further up her leg. His other hand joining him to map out the skin that haunted his every waking thought. “Erik, I’m pregnant.”

With a snarl, he climbed up her body as she struggled to get away from him. Her eyes wild and desperate, she bit at him as he brought his lips to hers. Her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of his lower lip.

“We can take care of that, the only offspring you’ll be carrying will be mine.” He growled at her, blood dripping down his chin.

“Please.” Lola sobbed as she twisted her body beneath his, trying to fight down the panic she felt as his erection pressed against her thigh.