*Complete* Faeriewalker fic - “Finding Home” part 3/3
The third and final part of this Faeriewalker fic, “Finding Home”, is complete. Warnings for descriptions of SA. Lots of NSFW smut.
If you haven’t read the Faeriewalker series by Jenna Black, I highly recommend it. There’s three books and this fic takes place after Shadowspell (book 2).
Original summary: Soon after the altercation with Aunt Grace, Dana learns that Ethan is cheating on her. She also feels imprisoned by her dad and is totally uninterested in being around her mom since their fight. And most importantly, she can’t stop dreaming about the kiss from the Erlking, and so when her life feels like it’s falling apart, Dana asks Arawn if she can stay with him for a while.
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Part 3/3
Weeks passed. We practiced self-defense nearly every day. I spent a lot of time in the library reading his seemingly endless collection. Sometimes I read in the sun-drenched piano room while he played.
We ate meals together, and talked, and laughed a lot; he seemed to find my mortal, American opinions on things hilarious. I described the best parts of the mortal world for him—television shows, technology, the internet. He was particularly interested in hearing about rollercoasters.
“And mortals ride these upside-down things for fun?” he had asked incredulously.
“It’s a hundred times more exciting than a motorcycle,” I told him.
He looked skeptical.
“Maybe one day we’ll go on one together,” I said. “If you’re not afraid,” I added with a smirk. He rolled his eyes.
We took rides around the city on his motorcycle, and he even started teaching me the basics of riding. We’d spin around an empty old square, him still behind me on the bike. His body pressing so close to me and his rough voice murmuring instructions right in my ear sent delicious shivers down my spine.
We also took a lot of walks together, in the parks and the wooded area behind his house. He’d slip my hand into his and run his thumb over the back of mine as we walked. I preferred the woods because sometimes when there were other people in the park they drew stares, although one look from Arawn and they’d scurry away with their head down.
As promised, I once dragged him to Starbucks; the look on his face after trying espresso was priceless. I cackled the whole way home.
Home. I realized his house had come to feel like it, more than any place I had ever lived before. The gross, decrepit apartments that my mom had been able to afford had certainly never felt like a home, with the scent of stale tequila and vodka hanging in the air, her sprawled drunk on the floor half the time.
I spent every night in Arawn’s bed. I had basically moved my stuff into his room. And I spent most nights shrieking his name as I soaked his sheets. We bathed together and ate together. One time I asked him to let me brush his hair and he allowed it, after rolling his eyes. But he let me do it whenever I wished after that. In fact, I think he secretly liked it.
My perception of him had changed so much. This huge male, rumored to be vicious, who touched me so gently. Who kissed my forehead and called me baby girl. Who worried if I was cold. Who could play my body like a musical instrument.
He also let me sit and talk with Connor. In the parlor, sitting near the fire, my brother spoke about what his life was like. His regrets that he had tried to overthrow the Erlking. Connor’s eyes were wide and haunted as he spoke, his speech halting as if he hadn’t spoken in a long time. And in turn, I talked about my life before I came to Avalon, though I glossed over the ugly parts.
After we had talked for a while, and Connor muttered that he had to get back to work, I wandered the halls before finding Arawn at his piano, playing something soft and sad.
He didn’t falter in his playing as I came up behind him and ran my hands over the muscles of his back, then rested against him, laying my head on the back of his neck.
“Thank you,” I whispered to him after the final notes of the piece faded. “Thank you for letting me talk with him.”
Arawn drew me around the piano bench to sit at his side. He hummed in answer, kissing my temple. “You can again, if you’d like,” he offered. I smiled, nodding.
He asked, “Sing something for me?”
And of course I did, nudging him down the bench so I could reach the pedal. He often requested that I sing, and always seemed enthralled, listening to the sound of my strange half-human, half-Fae voice.
Finn came to visit sometime in those weeks, about a fortnight after he and my dad had first shown up. Finn knocked on the door sometime mid-morning, and when Arawn answered it he didn’t miss a beat.
“Finn of the Daoine Sidhe,” he said respectfully, “Please come in.”
Finn walked in cautiously, on high alert, his eyes darting around. When I heard Arawn’s greeting, I rushed out of the library where I had been engrossed in a book.
“Finn!” I greeted him happily, and gave him a hug.
“You doing okay?” he asked me quietly, returning it.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling, “I’m great.”
He looked at me closely, as if trying to see if Arawn bewitched me or something.
I raised my brows. “Really, I’m doing good.” He nodded, accepting that, I suppose. “How have you been?”
He shrugged. “Okay. Been worried about you.”
“You don’t need to worry. I’m where I want to be. And I’m happy.”
He nodded again, warily.
“Your father’s been really worried too.”
I ignored that, and did the English thing and said, “Will you come sit and have tea with us?”
His lips parted, his eyes darting to Arawn and then back to me.
“Please?” I said.
He finally acquiesced, saying, “Alright.”
Arawn led us into the parlor and I took Finn’s arm and followed, saying to him, “I’m glad you came to visit.”
He gave a small smile. “You’re going to have tea?”
I laughed as he settled into the chair I led him to. “Of course not. I’ll have coffee. But he drinks the same swill that you do,” I said, jerking my thumb at Arawn who sat down on the opposing couch, rolling his eyes.
One of the Huntsmen brought in a tea service, setting it on the table between us. I sat on the couch next to Arawn as he poured a cup of tea from the steaming silver pot and handed it to Finn, who looked absolutely dumbfounded to be served tea by the Erlking.
“It’s just tea, Finn,” I said, “We don’t do any of that class shit here.”
His eyes flicked between us, then after a beat, he took the cup, murmuring his thanks faintly.
Arawn poured me a cup of coffee from the other pot, and I leaned forward to stir milk from the miniature pitcher into the coffee while he poured his own cup of tea and sat back on the couch, surveying Finn.
My coffee properly milky, I scooted back on the couch against Arawn with my legs folded beneath me, shifting closer to his warmth, his arm draped over my shoulder.
Finn’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly at the casual intimacy between us.
Trying to put him more at ease, I asked, “Is the tea properly disgusting?”
Arawn huffed a laugh into my hair, shaking his head. Even Finn was clearly trying to hide a smile.
“It’s fine tea, thank you,” he said, nodding at Arawn.
I decided there was no point in beating around the bush. “So did you come here because my father wanted you to check up on me or because you wanted to visit me?”
He was quiet for a moment, considering my words, his face inscrutable. “Why can’t they both be true?”
“Are they?”
“Yes,” he said softly.
“I suppose he wanted to make sure I wasn’t hanging from shackles or something?” I said.
Finn’s mouth tightened and I turned to Arawn and fake-whispered, “You remembered to put away the shackles, right?”
He twisted his lips and rolled his eyes. “That American sense of humor is hilarious,” he said drily.
“I know,” I said, grinning.
Finn cleared his throat. “So what have you been doing lately?”
Mine and Arawn’s eyes met, and I could feel the heat in them. I knew what he was thinking of.
I turned back to Finn. “Well, hanging from shackles takes up quite a bit of my time.”
Arawn looked at the ceiling in fond exasperation, shaking his head. I laughed at him.
“We’ve been doing a lot of things,” I said to Finn with a shrug. “Arawn’s been working with me on self-defense almost every day. There’s an amazing library here, so I read a great deal. Sometimes I talk with Connor. Arawn plays piano for me a lot. And he’s started teaching me how to ride a motorcycle.”
“Ride a motorcycle?” Finn echoed.
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Do you find it difficult?”
“Well, I’m terrible at driving it so far, but I’m used to big things growling between my legs.”
Finn choked on his tea while Arawn snorted. I angled my head and smiled innocently up at him. He bit down on his own smile and brushed a kiss over my brow.
Clearly some of my prudishness had started to wear off with the things Arawn and I had been doing in bed. And in the bath. And maybe in some other places.
Finn’s mouth was hanging open before he recovered himself, looking down at his half-drunk tea.
“Have you told Keane I’ve been carrying on with self-defense lessons?” I asked.
“I did.”
I waited for more.
After a beat of silence I said, “I guess he didn’t take it very well?”
Finn sighed. “There was a lot of swearing. And name-calling.”
I snorted. “So, not much different from our lessons.”
“He always meant well, you know.”
I grunted. “Maybe. But I prefer Arawn’s manner of teaching. Also he’s a whole lot better than Keane.”
Finn didn’t say anything to that, probably because he knew it was true, and instead he changed the subject. “Ethan’s come round, saying he’s been trying to call you for a while.”
I shrugged, uninterested in this topic. “Never turned my phone on.”
“He said Kimber’s also been trying to reach you.”
I didn’t give a damn about Ethan, but guilt bit into me at the mention of Kimber and the fact that I hadn’t called her. The truth was, I didn’t know how to explain why I was there with Arawn or the way I felt with him.
So I gave a small nod and we left it at that.
When Finn had finished his tea he said, “It’s time I’m off.” He rose. “Thank you for the tea,” he said, looking at Arawn. “And for letting me see her.”
Arawn’s brows went up. “Dana’s a guest here, not a prisoner,” he said, “She decides who she wants to see, not me.”
Finn nodded, glancing between us, and then headed for the door.
So the weeks passed. And I was happy. Just one thread tugged against my happiness. It was soothed by the fact that Arawn had made no attempt at or suggestion of penetrative sex, and he seemed perfectly content with what we had been doing, but I could feel that thread pulling at me. Knew I’d have to face the music sooner or later.
One rainy night after we’d finished dinner and were lying together on the couch in the parlor watching the roaring fire, I turned to him and said, “There’s something I need to tell you, but I’m—I’m scared.” I swallowed. “I’m scared you’ll be angry. I’m scared you’ll hate me. I’m scared you’ll kick me out.” I couldn’t even look at him, afraid to see his reaction, instead looking down at my fingers twisting together. “But most of all I’m scared you won’t care.”
Finally I looked up. His blue eyes were fixed on me, full of tenderness and concern.
“You can tell me anything, baby girl,” he whispered, “I promise I won’t be angry. I promise I won’t kick you out. And if it's something important to you that you want me to care about, I’ll care.”
The knot in my stomach loosened every so slightly. I hooked a piece of hair behind my ears with a shaking hand.
Arawn caught it and kissed the back of it, holding it between his own two callused hands. “You can tell me anything,” he repeated slowly.
I took a breath, watching him kiss my hand again before rubbing circles over my knuckles with his thumb.
“I told you about how my mom and I moved around a lot, and when I was thirteen we were in a new place, Indianapolis. A couple weeks after I started at my new school, some girls invited me to a party. I guess because I was new. And I didn’t really want to go, but it was so rare for me to be invited by people from school that my mom told me I should go. So I did. Of course, she probably just wanted a night to herself to drink alone.”
Arawn didn’t take his eyes from me, his full attention focused.
I went on. “I wasn’t all that social, and I didn’t want to drink because seeing my mom wasted has kind of put me off drinking, so I just wandered around the house while everyone else was partying. Plus I didn’t really know anyone yet. I wandered into this one room looking at the weird art on the walls, and I heard the door shut behind me.”
I had to stop and take a deep breath, my heart starting to race as I recounted the memory. I leaned into his chest, inhaling his spicy smell deeply, letting it warm all the dark corners in me. You’re safe, I told myself. You’re safe.
I kept my eyes on our entwined hands, unable to look him in the face.
“Standing in front of the door was some guy I didn’t know. He asked me my name, what I was doing in here, who I came with, that sort of thing, and he kept walking towards me, closer and closer. I tried to give short answers and just get out of the room, but he—he was so much stronger than me…and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the bed, and ripped off my clothes, and—and—shoved himself inside of me—”
I pulled my hand out of Arawn’s and covered my face, sobs wracking my body.
“Oh, baby girl,” he whispered, his voice desperate and wrecked. He pulled me close, lifting me up onto his lap and cradling me against him. He rocked me back and forth, pressing slow kisses over my brow.
“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” he murmured, “You didn’t deserve that.”
He held me for a while as I cried, rocking me and tracing circles over my back.
Eventually I finally calmed down enough to ask hoarsely, “Are you angry with me?”
“Of course not,” Arawn said fiercely, “What happened wasn’t in any way your fault.”
“But,” I said, my voice small, “You can’t—can’t take my faeriewalker magic because I’m…not exactly a virgin.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “I suppose I made an assumption. When we made our agreement. I never bothered to ask if you were a virgin.”
He sighed. “The truth is, I’m a little relieved that I can’t take anything from you. I’ve been deeply conflicted about it lately. Torn between wanting the magic and not wanting to take anything from you.”
I finally dared to lift my head to look into his face. His blue eyes shone with sorrow and tenderness, but also rage and hatred swirled with them.
I recoiled at that, stiffening in his arms and pulling back. “You are angry with me,” I exclaimed tearfully.
“No, no, no,” he soothed me, pulling me back close to his body and pressing another kiss to my forehead. “I’m not angry with you. I swear it, baby girl. I’m angry with him.” Arawn’s hands curled into fists. “In all my years, I have never wanted to hunt down and kill someone as much as I want to hunt him.”
I relaxed into him, letting out a deep breath. I mumbled into his skin, “Maybe one day I’ll let you.”
He grinned against my forehead. “You just say the word, baby girl.”
“I want him to suffer a lot before you kill him,” I muttered.
He chuckled darkly. “That can be arranged.”
Silence fell between us, and he kept rubbing circles over my back.
After a few moments he said, “Can I ask you something?”
I nodded against him.
“Why would you think I wouldn’t care?”
I shrugged. “I tried to tell my mom afterwards and she didn’t really care. Of course she was pretty drunk but that was her standard state. We moved to another place a couple months later and never talked about it again.”
Arawn went still, shocked. “She didn’t care?”
I shook my head.
He kissed my forehead again, holding me even tighter against him, and resumed the circles over my back.
“I care,” he whispered softly into my skin. I started sobbing again, silently. “I care,” he repeated.
He held me as I cried into his chest, rocking me gently again.
When I finally calmed down, he said quietly, almost to himself, “I should have known.”
“What do you mean?”
“The night I put a finger inside of you—the way you reacted. I should have known right then.”
I nuzzled him. “It’s okay.”
He dropped another kiss over me. “Thank you for telling me,” he whispered.
I looked up at him, my eyes still wet. “Thank you for caring.”
He held me for a long time, until my eyelids were drooping.
“You ready for bed?” Arawn whispered into my forehead.
I yawned, nodding.
He stood without letting me go, still cradling me in his arms, and I let him. He carried me up the stairs, my arms wrapped around his neck and my head resting on his shoulder.
He took me into his room and set me down on my feet, and I went to change and brush my teeth.
Exhausted, I slid into bed next to him and finally met his eyes, shyly, uncertainly, not sure what to expect now after my revelation. Maybe he wouldn’t want to touch me now that there was no endgame for him. Maybe he didn’t want me in his bed anymore. Granted, after recounting my terrible story, I didn’t think I wanted to do any sex stuff tonight anyways.
I looked away from his eyes and up at the ceiling nervously instead.
“Come here, baby girl,” Arawn murmured, his hand outstretched toward me. “I want to hold you.”
My heart broke open at his words, and I shifted over, closing the few inches between us. He pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
My voice was small. “Do you still…want me?”
Arawn stroked my hair back from my face, his eyes tender as they looked deep into mine.
After what seemed like an interminable, heart-wrenching silence, he said quietly, “I think I’m in love with you.” My eyes widened. “I’ve never loved anyone before,” he said, “But I think that’s what this feeling is.”
I could feel tears glistening in my eyes.
“When I told you that I cared…I do,” he said, “I care so much it scares me.”
The tears in my eyes spilled over, and he wiped them away with his thumb over my cheekbone.
“I love you, too, Arawn,” I said, my voice shaky with emotion.
A smile broke across his beautiful face and he kissed me, deeply, fiercely.
“You know, you didn’t actually answer my question,” I said, pulling away.
Arawn smiled, huffing a laugh. “Yes, baby girl,” he said, “I want you.” He rested his forehead on mine. “I want you,” he repeated softly.
I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering down and then back up to meet his. “I’m still not…ready yet. But I think I will be. And I want it to be you, Arawn. I want you to be the one I choose.”
He stroked my cheek with the back of his knuckles, smiling at me. “I will be honored if you do. But there’s no rush. None at all. And I like all the things we’ve been doing.”
I blushed. “Me too.”
We lay quietly in each other’s arms, kissing, stroking hands over skin.
Finally I had to ask another question burning in my mind. “What does this mean for Ethan? And for Connor?”
He raised his brows. “Do you want me to bring Ethan back into the Hunt?”
I twisted my lips. “That asshole certainly deserves it. But I really don’t want to have to see him at all. So no, I don’t think I want that.”
“What exactly happened with the two of you?” he asked curiously.
I blew out my breath. “He cheated on me with his ex.”
Arawn was quiet for a beat before saying softly, “He didn’t deserve you.”
“So you’re not going to take him back into the Hunt?”
“Not if you don’t want me to.”
“Are you just going to do everything I say?” I teased him.
He snorted. “Everything is a big word.”
Sobering, I asked, “And what about Connor?”
His eyes looked a million years old as he considered my question. “I meant what I said—Connor’s been with the Hunt for so long, I don’t know that he could leave. But…I’ll let him and your father talk, and if Conner wants to leave the Hunt, then I’ll release him to your father.”
“Just like that? I don’t have to do anything?”
“No, you don’t have to do anything.”
“Why?” I demanded.
He pursed his lips in amusement. “I find myself…” His brows drew together as if he were confused by something. “…wanting to…do things for you.”
I grinned at the look on his face. “Is this a new concept for you?”
A wry look took over his expression. “Maybe.”
I laughed, which was cut short by a yawn, and Arawn took that as the sign to turn out the lights. I fell asleep in his arms, fast, dragged down into sleep immediately.
I woke up screaming, the nightmare jolting me out of sleep, worse than it usually was. I hadn’t had it in weeks, not since the first few days when I first arrived.
“Dana!”
I shot upright in the bed, the screams dying in my throat, sheets tangled around me, my whole body vibrating.
In a second the bedside lamp was on, blinding me, but chasing away the dark grip of the nightmare.
“Breathe,” Arawn commanded me.
He was sitting up, too, bare-chested, eyes wild, just inches away from me but not touching my shaking body. His hand was outstretched, hovering over my back.
“Breathe,” he said again, and I tried to obey, sucking in a shallow breath and letting it out in a stuttering burst.
“Slowly,” he ordered, counting out breaths for me, “One, two, three, four. Hold it. Now let it out, one, two, three, four, five, six. Good girl. Do it again.”
Gradually my breathing slowed, evened out, and the shaking started to subside.
“That’s good, baby girl. Keep breathing like that. Is it okay to touch you?”
I nodded, and he ran a huge hand down my back, then pulled me into him gently, and I collapsed against his chest. His hand traced a slow pattern up and down my back.
“I’m sorry,” I managed to get out.
“Shh,” he soothed me, “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I—I—”
“It’s okay,” he said, when I couldn’t say anymore, “I’ve got you, baby girl.”
Tears rolled down my face, and dripped into his chest. He kissed me and held me tighter.
“I’m never going to be free of him,” I sobbed.
“Yes, you will,” he said into my forehead, “We’re going to get there together.”
The tears were still flowing. “You’re not—not—going to leave?”
Arawn tilted my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I’m not going to leave,” he said firmly. “What makes you think I would?”
“Why would you even want this?” I flung out, still sobbing, only half-coherent, my voice cracking again and again. “Why would you want someone this damaged and fucked up and—”
I broke off.
“Because,” his voice rumbled, “Because I do. Because you’re my Dana. Because I love you.”
I buried my head in his neck and he stroked my back again in calming circles while I tried to focus on breathing.
And I must have passed out from exhaustion, because when I opened my eyes it was morning. I was still cradled tightly against Arawn’s chest and he was already awake, if he had even gone back to sleep after my nightmare.
“Hi,” I whispered hoarsely.
“Hey, baby girl,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to my forehead and giving me a tender smile. He ran callused hands over my bare arms, down my back, smoothing my messy hair back from my face.
I didn’t move, just enjoyed the safe feeling of being in his arms, watching him quietly, still tired from the night’s ordeal.
Finally I asked, “Did you sleep?”
“Some.” He shrugged. “Enough.”
I swallowed. “I really am sorry. It’s never been that bad before.”
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice so gentle it rent my heart. “Yesterday was a hard day.”
I didn’t say anything, but nuzzled my head deeper into his chest, as if to say I agreed.
“All those nightmares,” he murmured, “That’s what they were all about, weren’t they?”
I nodded.
He sighed. “I wish I had known.”
“What would you have done differently if you had known?”
Arawn shrugged. “I would have...taken better care of you…” The faintest tint of red colored his cheeks.
I shook my head. “You took really good care of me,” I whispered, “Really good care of me.”
He brought me coffee in bed that morning, and took care of me again, the whole day. And things were better the next day.
I woke up with my core aching after two days of no action. Arawn’s hard-on was pressing into my thigh that was thrown across his body.
I lightly ground my clit down on his bare leg, slipped between mine.
“What are you doing down there, baby girl?” Arawn’s voice floated above my head, rough and slurred with sleep.
“Nothing,” I said innocently, smiling up at him.
Suddenly we were flipped, Arawn’s weight half on top of me. His eyes glinted with arousal. He kissed me hard, pressing me down into the mattress, his tongue on mine sending hot strokes of need up my spine.
He broke away, his neck angling down to bite and tease at my nipples poking through my thin tank top, as my fingernails scratched gouges down his back.
By the time he was through, both my nipples were standing proud at attention, twice the size they usually were, and my hips were lifting uncontrollably, desperately trying to find some friction.
Arawn left a trail of kisses as he made his way down my body slowly. Very slowly. Probably to drive me crazy. Hovering over my panty-covered slit, he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. Our eyes met and I blushed.
He nosed over my clit lightly, making me jump and moan. Then he did it again, more insistently, before nibbling at my clit through my panties.
“Please,” I begged, mewling, after he had teased me like that with his teeth and lips for too many minutes.
“Please what?” his guttural voice asked, as he teased his lips over me again.
“Please, please, please,” I moaned, my hips jittering against his face.
“Say it,” he ordered, “Tell me what you want.”
I broke. “Please let me come, please, please let me come, let me come,” I wailed out, desperate and lost.
Arawn shredded my panties in one movement, his tongue working over my clit in hard, firm strokes, drawing circles around it, sucking it out its hood and making me shriek.
I came fast, already close to the edge even before his tongue touched me, my thighs tightening like a vise around his head and shaking uncontrollably.
He licked me again and again, through one orgasm and then caught me on the way down and pulled me up, climbing to a second release.
I leaned up on my elbows watching him work, his long shining hair swept to the side.
“Arawn,” I said, getting his attention.
He stopped immediately, looking up at me from between my legs. He pressed a kiss to my thigh, not breaking our gaze.
“You can—” I swallowed. “You can put your finger inside of me,” I said softly.
His eyes searched mine.
“You’re sure?”
I nodded, nerves flowing into my veins like lightning. He kissed my thigh again.
“You want me to stop, you say, ‘Stop,’ okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Arawn put his tongue back on my slit, swirling around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Slowly, one of his fingers traced my entrance and pressed gentle circles over it, just the barest hint of pressure, until I was both wound up and relaxed, my cunt opening to draw his finger inside.
His finger carefully plumbed my depths, pressing in slowly and then curling towards my front as it drew out, scraping over something rough that made me squeak. Then he did it again. Again. All the while not taking his tongue off my clit.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asked, his lips brushing against me.
I moaned yes incoherently.
He gave another lick to my clit, making my whole body jerk.
“Do you want a second finger?”
Yes. Yes, I wanted it. I wanted everything he could give me. I was burning up, breaking apart.
I moaned again, clenching around his finger. “Yes,” I babbled, “Yes, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
Guess my dad was right: Arawn was indeed evil.
“Yes, I want a second finger.” My words tumbled out, falling over themselves.
Evil he might be, but he was generous too, and on his next stroke in, a second finger joined with his first, and I clenched harder. They curled together on the outstroke, scraping over the rough patch again, making liquid gush across my thighs.
I could feel my flesh clinging to his fingers as he dragged them out of me, then slowly glided them back in. Over and over.
His tongue on my clit quickened, lapping frantically, sending waves of heat billowing out from my stomach, growing, tightening.
Suddenly I orgasmed again, squeezing tightly around his fingers while I shook against his vibrating tongue. My neck arched back, my mouth open in a silent scream.
He finally let up when I shivered away from his mouth, completely spent. After dropping a kiss over my clit, he lay back on the bed next to me, our limbs entangled.
I could see his cock still standing hard and high, and after I’d caught my breath I sat up, gripped his length, and in one motion took it into my mouth, surprising Arawn.
I went low, then pulled back, circling my tongue around the head, then back down again, deep-throating it.
He let me carry on for a while but then surprised me when he pulled away from my mouth and had me get on all fours in front of him.
“Trust me,” he murmured at my momentary hesitation, and the knot inside me relaxed and I obeyed, getting into position.
Arawn kneeled behind me, then drew me backwards onto his lap, his cock springing up between my legs. I caught the member between my hands, stroking it, drawing the foreskin back, thumbing over the head, still slick with my saliva.
“Grind down on me,” he said, “I want to feel your clit running over my cock.”
Relying on his arm circling my waist to hold me up, I swayed my hips forward, dragging my clit down the long length of his cock, sending shivers up my spine. I did it again.
“Is this alright?” he murmured in my ear.
I moaned out a yes as his free hand came up to roll one of my nipples between his fingers. My head dropped down on his shoulder, exposing my neck, which he plundered with rough kisses.
His hips began to move beneath mine, his cock thrusting up between my inner thighs. Lifting my head to watch, I shifted my hips so that with every stroke the head of his cock brushed against my clit, and I reached out my hand to press his throbbing length harder against my slit, grinding down on it.
His dick was now fully slick with the wet from my cunt, the liquid seeping down my thighs, which were clamped tightly around his huge girth, and his head pistoned up and down between them.
Arawn slid his finger down to my clit, fingering it in hard, tight circles until fireworks passed over my vision and I screamed out my release.
Coming down, I realized the hard length of his cock was still throbbing in my hand. Frankly, I was surprised I hadn’t gripped it to death while I was in the throes of orgasm.
I twisted over his body, pushing him back on the bed and taking his cock back deep into my throat.
He hissed. “Fuck. Fuck, yes, baby girl.”
I worked his cock with my tongue, rippling my throat around his length as I swallowed it, tugging at his balls the way I had seen him touch himself. And before long I heard the sound of his release as spurts of come painted the back of my throat and I swallowed.
Later in the bathtub, Arawn picked me up and lay me back on the edge of the tub. He kissed my breasts and stomach. “I love this body,” he rumbled, then dipped down lower between my spread legs and kissed my clit, making me jump, “Especially this beautiful cunt.” He licked me over and over, and I squealed, the sound devolving into a moan.
“I can never, ever get enough of this cunt.” He growled up at me from between my legs, his huge arms wrapped around my thighs, “I want to spend eternity worshiping you on my knees.”
And I was perfectly fine with that.
Arawn was true to his word about Connor, sending for my dad a couple days later. He showed up warily at Arawn’s front door, Finn at his side.
Dad seemed pretty quiet. Maybe he had resigned himself to me staying with the Erlking. He certainly didn’t try to argue with me about it again.
Arawn showed my dad into a small sunlit room where Connor was waiting. Dad gasped when he saw him, Arawn, apparently, having given him no warning.
“You can talk. Take all the time you need,” Arawn said to him quietly. “We’ll be in the parlor when you’re through.”
While my dad and Connor talked, we had tea and coffee in the parlor with Finn, much to his discomfort. Even though he already knew about us, he seemed far from relaxed watching Arawn’s arm around my shoulder, his calloused fingers stroking my skin casually.
We made awkward small talk before I gave up and started telling Arawn about the latest book I was reading.
But I was interrupted soon after by my father at the door. His eyes darkened at the sight of Arawn’s possessive arm around me, and how closely I was tucked into his side. My dad glared at Arawn first, and then Finn too, as if it were his fault that he allowed such things to occur.
Arawn gave a soft snort at my dad’s look. Like a giant dismissing a fly. He pressed a soft kiss to my brow before bypassing the subject completely and saying to my dad, “If Connor wants to leave, I’ll release him to your care.”
My dad was shocked, his face pale.
“But be warned,” Arawn went on, “It will take time before he seems more like his old self. And he may never fully be as he was before.”
My dad was stock-still, as only the Fae can be. “Why—why would you do this?” he asked, uncertainly.
Arawn shrugged. “Dana wishes it.”
My dad’s mouth hung open, his gaze darting back and forth between Arawn’s and mine.
I gave him a small smile.
He closed his mouth, obviously still shell-shocked. Then cleared his throat.
“Thank you,” he managed to get out in a strangled tone.
He rearranged his face to be more orderly—more the dad I was used to—and looked at me. “You’re really happy here?” he asked.
“Yes, Dad,” I said, “I’m really happy here.”
He sighed heavily. Disappointment shone in his eyes.
“Will you at least come over for dinner sometime?”
I weighed his request. “Can Arawn come, too?”
He glared at me, then at Arawn. His mouth closed and opened like a fish; it was clear that even processing this request was causing his brain to short circuit. I could tell Arawn was trying to hide his smirk.
“I—I—” My dad huffed air through his nostrils. “Fine.”
He was most definitely not fine with it. But I took what I could get.
“I’m ready,” I whispered, late one evening.
We were lying in bed, reading, me only half-heartedly, my head sprawled on Arawn’s chest, our legs tangled together.
He dropped his book to the side and turned to look me in the face closely. He searched my eyes for what seemed like a long time.
“You’re sure?”
I nodded. “I think so. As sure as I can be.”
“Okay,” Arawn said slowly. “Well, I’d like to do some things first to get you ready, and if you’re still sure afterwards, then we will.”
Swallowing, I asked shyly, “What kinds of things?”
He grinned and his eyes glowed with arousal. “First I want you to ride my tongue.”
My thighs squeezed together involuntarily at his words.
“Then I want you to ride my fingers.”
Now I was already soaking wet. His nostrils flared and I knew, blushing, that he could smell me.
“So you’ve, um…given this some thought…” I raised my brows.
“Yes,” Arawn agreed, smiling, “I’ve given it some thought. Especially after you told me what happened to you. I want it to be good for you. I want you to feel safe.”
My heart surged and I closed the gap between our faces, my lips sealing over his. His tongue slipped into my mouth, caressing mine, making my heart pound. Our makeout session went on and on, Arawn’s hands stroking over my arms and back, his fingers tangled in my hair, but going no further than that. He kissed me until I was relaxed as hot taffy, and at the same time desperate for him to do something more.
Finally I thought maybe he was waiting for me to make the first move, and so I tossed a leg over his torso, straddling his hips and giving his rock-hard cock a firm stroke.
“I’m ready,” I murmured, running my hands down his muscled chest.
“Okay,” he replied, smirking. “Get on my face, baby girl.”
I crawled up his body so my cunt was over his mouth. My clit was already pounding in anticipation.
Arawn began with teasing licks, driving me crazy. Light licks over my outer lips, my entrance, up and down, but avoiding my clit.
I bore down on him in frustration but Arawn’s thick arms were wrapped around my thighs, controlling how much I could push down. I moaned.
At last he took mercy on me, swiping his tongue firmly across my throbbing clit, again and again, sucking it into his mouth and circling with his tongue.
I could have easily come from that but he pulled away too soon, his tongue dancing down my slit and then finally dipping inside my cunt. At first it was slow, but then his tongue thrust inside me more steadily. It was surprisingly strong, and long, stretching deep inside me.
I rode that long muscle, matching his rhythm, at first clumsily, then more smoothly. Sparks of pleasure burst across my pelvis.
Arawn’s right hand came around over my thigh and his thumb pressed down over my clit in circles. Now the sparks had burned into an inferno that swirled inside me, around and around, like every thrust of his tongue in me fueled it.
And within a minute I climaxed, clenching hard around his tongue, shaking, my mouth open wide, my head tipped back. His thumb didn’t stray from my clit, its fast strokes drawing out my release in breathy moans.
When I had pulled back at last, his tongue giving one last lick across my slit, Arawn picked me up from that position like I weighed nothing, guiding me on the bed to my hands and knees, while he kneeled behind me.
Pulling me back onto his lap, he ran his hands down the front of my body possessively, tweaking my nipples and flicking at my clit. It made the sparks glow again, as if a wind blew through to kindle them back to life.
“Did you like that, baby girl?” he asked in my ear.
“Yes,” I choked out, my head dropping back onto his shoulder with the unspeakable things his fingers were doing to my clit.
“You going to come for me again?” His voice was a low growl.
I’m pretty sure I made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a squeal but was too lost to care.
“Tell me, baby girl, are you ready for my fingers?”
Those fingers were circling and pinching my clit. My knees shook.
Finally my brain found its words. “Yes—please—please—Arawn—”
His thumb remained on my clit, drawing circles around the pink nub, while his other fingers brushed over my entrance. He angled his head, watching me closely as one finger slipped inside me, curling to trace over that spot in front that he had touched last time. A second finger soon joined it, and he slowly pumped them in and out.
Arawn’s mouth trailed over my neck, biting and licking. “Ride my fingers,” he said, encouraging me to use my knees to move up and down.
As I did so, I could feel his fingers spreading and stretching me, massaging my inner walls.
“Can you take a third finger?” he murmured.
I felt full with two, but still craved him, craved so much of him, so I nodded.
Without stopping the fast strokes over my clit, he pulled his fingers out of my dripping cunt to add a third, and then slowly, so slowly, pushed them back inside of me.
They moved and flexed inside me like a tripod, stretching me further. When I glanced down, I could see my juices running over his hands and wrists in glistening streaks.
The image sent me tumbling over the edge, scrabbling my hands at his broad shoulders behind me, and I wailed his name while stars flew past my eyes.
I collapsed on the bed. Arawn was still on his knees, slowly licking all my juices off his hand. He smirked at my blush.
He took his time, and when he had finished, he spread my legs with a push of his knee, and kneeled between them. Smoothing his hands up my legs, my belly and breasts, he said, “Well, baby girl, do you still want to do this?”
I looked up at him towering above me: huge, muscled, powerful. I shivered with the feel of that power, that dominance, looming over me. But good-shivered.
“Yes,” I croaked out.
“Alright,” he said softly. “If you need me to stop, you say the word.”
I nodded.
Arawn dipped his head down and licked my cunt a few times, stirring the embers again before rising.
Kneeling again between my spread legs, he put another pillow under my head, running his hands over my skin on the way back down, mouthing and tugging at my peaked nipples.
His thighs angled outward so our pelvises aligned; my legs were draped over his. Without warning, he dragged his cock through my folds and I gasped when he ran the head over my clit. Then he did it again. Again.
He lined up his cock with my entrance, and I looked up at the ceiling, my hands twisting beside me in the sheets, and forced myself to take deep breaths.
“Look at me, baby girl.”
My eyes found his.
“I’ve got you,” he said, picking up my hand and stroking across my knuckles. “I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”
I let out a long slow breath, nodding at him, the anxiety ebbing.
Gripping his cock, Arawn dragged it over my clit again, making my body jerk. Then he circled my entrance with the head in easy movements, gradually pressing deeper on each pass.
He stroked a hand down my belly. “Relax,” he said, “Relax, baby girl.”
His hand trailed lower, thumbing gently over my clit as he slowly pushed inside my cunt. Moving inch by inch, he took his time, sometimes waiting, sometimes pulling back a little before easing forward. His eyes didn’t leave mine and his thumb didn’t leave my clit.
I felt full, so full, but there was very little pain, probably because of all the stretching he had done. Finally, I could tell he was fully sheathed inside me by the feel of his hips pressed against my ass.
My legs tightened and flexed as I tried to accommodate his huge size.
“You doing okay?” he asked.
I swallowed, my mouth dry. “Y-Yes…I just—just need a minute.”
He nodded. “Take your time.”
I closed my eyes, trying to breathe, almost embarrassed to look at him in such a vulnerable position. Suddenly his nose brushed mine, his body leaning over me to nuzzle my face before kissing my lips softly. A tightness that was lingering in my chest lifted and I kissed him back, my hands tangling in his hair.
I was breathless by the time he pulled away, his forehead still pressed against mine. “Okay,” I murmured, taking slow inhales, “You can keep going.”
Arawn straightened, and seeing his huge form rise over me I again sensed that dominance and power, and my lower belly curled deliciously.
He pulled out a few inches and slowly pushed back inside me. Again. Again.
His thumb was moving over my clit once more, and every thrust of his cock inside me got progressively smoother, slicker. I watched, transfixed, as his sharp abs flexed and rippled with every movement. Warmth began to spread across my core.
He grinned. “You going to come for me like this, baby girl?”
I swallowed. “Um, I…” I trailed off. To be honest, I wasn’t sure, between the nerves and the newness and the faint lingering edge of discomfort.
Somehow Arawn knew what I was thinking. He pulled out completely, leaving me feeling oddly empty, then dropped his head down to devour my cunt, sucking hard on my clit. The now-familiar heat quickly began to build in my core. He licked me over and over, bringing me close to the edge where my legs started shaking. Leaving me suddenly, he shifted back up to his knees and slowly but firmly slid his cock back inside me, setting a steady pace that he matched with his thumb on my clit.
His strokes fueled the heat rising in me. Twisting up my spine.
I moaned. “Yes,” I gasped out, “I’m going to come for you.”
Arawn smirked down at me, male pride shining in his blue eyes. His thumb on my clit sped up.
“Tell me more, baby girl. Are you going to scream for me? Are you going to chant my name?” His grin widened. “Are you going to be a good girl and beg me to let you come?”
Fuck. He knew me too well.
He licked his thumb before putting it back on my clit and flicking with a relentless speed, accelerating the tightening spiral in my belly that heralded an oncoming orgasm. My legs gripped his waist. Arawn’s other hand reached to roll one of my nipples, making me squeal, the sound interspersed with broken fragments of his name.
I moaned again. The fire had burned away the last traces of discomfort and all I felt was a white heat rushing through me, up my breasts, my chest, my neck, my face, spilling from my mouth in the form of a garbled stream of words. “Please, Arawn, please, please, Arawn—Arawn—please let me come, please let me come, pleasepleasepleaseplease—”
“Come for me now,” he commanded me roughly.
With one last flick of his thumb over my clit, blessed release washed over me like a rushing river, and I clenched around his cock, screaming, my head angled back. Arawn bit down gently on my exposed neck, sucking on the fragile skin. With one last thrust, I heard him groan, and knew he had climaxed too.
We lay there like that for a moment, unmoving, just breathing, him on top of me, his weight held up by his biceps.
He lifted his head from my neck and kissed a trail across my cheek before capturing my lips and kissing me tenderly.
Brushing the hair back from my face, he looked at me closely and asked, “You okay?”
I nodded, the concern in his eyes making me smile.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” I said. “There was some tightness but it went away.”
He hummed, kissing me again. “You’ll be sore tomorrow, I expect.”
I shrugged. “I’ll let you kiss it better.”
“It would be my pleasure,” he replied with a smirk as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of my cunt. He dropped a kiss over my stomach before settling down beside me.
Lying on our sides, legs all tangled, he held me to his muscled body and traced lines over my skin. I couldn’t stop the smile splitting my face.
“What?” he asked, smiling in answer.
I shrugged, laughing. “I know it was all you but I feel so…accomplished.”
His smile widened. “It was you too. And you should. I’m proud of you, baby girl.”
I burrowed closer into his chest, something in me tingling with his praise.
“Thank you for…how you did it,” I whispered into his skin. “It was perfect.”
“Good,” he replied, kissing the top of my head.
I tried to get closer, warmth and exhaustion growing over me, a contented silence lulling between us.
“Arawn?” I asked sleepily.
“Yeah, baby girl?”
“I’m definitely taking you on a rollercoaster ride.”
Fin…for now.
This is complete for now, but there are still some ideas I have floating around that I would do follow up works for if there was any interest. Like what happens to them in the future, or Dana and Arawn going over to Seamus's for dinner, or Dana taking Arawn on a rollercoaster. Stuff like that. If you're interested in seeing follow ups, please comment.
