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The forest around Amsvartnir is a beautiful place all year round, the kuuvahki and the innate magic of such a place keeping it relatively warm and devoid of snow even in the midst of winter.
Pretty much all of the Lightkeepers have a preference to do their patrols in that particular area as the Wild Hunt doesn't dwell there too often, and Illuga is no exception. As such he finds himself lucky that tonight his patrol is in the surrounding forest of Amsvartnir, the moonlight seeping through the canopies of the tall trees illuminating his path as he walks.
So far it's been a calm and uneventful night, with only his lamp and the small noises of nearby insects keeping him company, but Illuga doesn't mind it, the peace more than welcomed in a place like Nod Krai.
...And it is at the moment that Aedon decides to leave his lamp and fly away from him.
"Aedon?!", Illuga says, startled that the golden nightingale is quickly getting away, his glimmering trail barely visible in between the trees of the forest. What could've possibly caught Aedon's attention for the bird to fly away without waiting for Illuga? He has no choice but to try to follow Aedon and get to the bottom of this.
Careful as to not trip, Illuga runs through the forest, eyes sharp so as to catch in which direction Aedon is going. The more Illuga keeps going, the thicker and darker the forest grows, the space in between the trees diminishing and the moonlight struggling to pierce through the canopies; the only advantage Illuga has is that the darkness allows for Aedon's glow to be more noticeable and within a few more meters he can see the nightingale in its entirety, its body a beautiful beacon of light amidst the growing night. He stretches his hand, so close to touching Aedon—
Bam!
His foot catches on a root and Illuga promptly falls down to the ground, his reflexes helping him avoid falling face first as he catches himself on his forearms, the lush foliage also aiding to cushion his fall.
"Ouch", Illuga mutters, slight pain flaring on his arms but when he looks up to see if Aedon is nearby the pain and anything else fades into the background.
He doesn't recognize where he is but Illuga can appreciate that the clearing he'd just stumbled into is beyond beautiful: the moonlight shines down with all its strength here, the trees neatly surrounding a small lake of crystalline waters, its shores filled with all kinds of flowers that Illuga isn't familiar with and doesn't remember seeing in Nod Krai; at the opposite shore stands a tall wall of rocks, from which a cascade steadily flows and fills the lake. Standing right below the cascade is the figure of a woman washing herself, slender and pale fingers carding through wet stands of deep azure hair, and Illuga blushes when he notices that the woman is naked, although thankfully she's waist deep inside the lake and with her back turned on him.
He's only seeing her back and yet Illuga can already sense that this woman isn't human, her body surrounded by a pale blue glow that shimmers beneath the moonlight and gives her an ethereal shine, the glow at times shifting and taking the shape of... wings?
Too busy staring at the figure beneath the cascade, Illuga notices too late that Aedon has appeared again, this time approaching the strange woman and stopping right in front of her.
"Oh? And who may you be, little bird?", the woman asks Aedon, lifting her hand to let the nightingale rest on her pointer finger.
Illuga feels how his breath hitches, the stranger's voice sultry and so unexpectedly alluring that he finds himself thoroughly captivated by it and filled with a sudden need to hear her speak more just to bless his ears with her voice.
Aedon chirps and the woman hums, as if she could perfectly understand what the bird is saying. The woman turns her head to look over her shoulder, her face now visible, and Illuga feels his heart skip a beat; to say the woman is beautiful would be a disservice to describe her, for such a word does not come even close to how otherworldly her beauty is— pale skin that seems to be glowing beneath the silvery moonlight, azure fringe slicked back and fully exposing her whole face where an elegant and tall nose rests, along with rosy lips and eyes the color of the full moon. Those eyes are looking straight into Illuga's whole being, keeping him frozen where he lies on the ground.
But despite her intense gaze the stranger isn't looking at Illuga with hostility but with what seems to be curiosity.
"Please come forth, little Lightkeeper", she speaks up and Illuga feels bewitched, hurrying to get up and do as the woman tells him, unknowingly overlooking how she seems to know about him being a Lightkeeper.
He stumbles on his way to the cascade in his hurry, luckily not falling this time, and the small chuckle it prompts from the beautiful stranger is the most heavenly melody he's ever heard, making him ache to hear it again.
Illuga is quick in reaching the side of the lake closest to the cascade and getting as close as possible without actually stepping inside the likely icy waters. As he stands there the woman says something to Aedon in a language unknown to Illuga and the nightingale chirps once more before taking flight and flying straight into Illuga's lamp at his hip.
With just the two of them alone Illuga feels unusually anxious, and right when he's about to open his mouth to say anything the woman starts to turn to properly face him. The briefest glance to her naked chest makes Illuga look away so fast he almost gives himself whiplash, his cheeks and even his ears a bright red.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude...", he manages to say, feeling guilty from having looked at her bare body and that he must apologize despite his presence here being just a mere accident.
She chuckles again and Illuga has to stop himself from sighing dreamily at being able to hear such a sound again so soon.
"Do not fret, little one. I do not mind your presence here", comes the woman's response.
To his dismay Illuga can hear how the woman is making her way towards him, the sounds of her approaching through the water getting closer and closer until they are replaced by those of her stepping over the large pebbles of multicoloured sand present all around the lake's immediate shore and of water dripping down until, at last, she's standing right in front of Illuga, her shadow looming above him and hiding him from the moon. He doesn't turn to look at her but the woman nonetheless delicately grabs Illuga by the chin and tilts his head to the front and up until their eyes meet.
Face to face, the first thing that Illuga notices is that she's tall, way taller than what he had imagined, at least two heads more than him; the second thing he takes notice of is that from upclose she's even more breathtaking, her dark blue lashes casting shadows over her high cheekbones, her golden eyes shining with a glint of amusement and her whole being still glimmering with that pale blue glow.
"You may call me Flins. May I have your name?", the woman introduces herself before leaning down to ask Illuga for his name, closing some of the distance in between them.
And the young ratnik is sweating, using all of his self restraint to not look down at Flins' breasts, which hang heavily and so close to his face.
"Illuga", he blurts out before he can think twice about how it's probably not a good idea to give his name so easily to a stranger—a non-human stranger at that.
But it's all worth it by the way Flins smiles at him, "Illuga... What a beautiful name", she murmurs. She lets go of his chin and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing its pointy tip.
Oh, I'm in trouble, Illuga thinks, his stomach twisting as he comprehends at last what Flins is and what he's just done without realizing. And with how Flins' smile turns into a sharp and mischievous grin Illuga is sure that she knows he's come into that dreadful realization.
"Please, lie down and make yourself comfortable", Flins says, her voice sounding sweet to his ears like honey. She doesn't outright say it as an order but Illuga nonetheless feels a tug deep inside him that calls to him to obey the fae's command and make her happy with his compliance.
He all but plummets down to the ground, not really registering the slight pain of such an abrupt fall when in this position he has a full view of Flins' body. The fae seems as if she was carved from the purest marble, her body unblemished and gleaming from her own innate power and from the water still clinging to her skin, droplets dribbling down from her voluptuous chest, her torso and long legs.
Flins drops to her knees in a much more delicate and refined manner than Illuga ever could and as Flins crawls towards him, her bright eyes never leaving his own, Illuga feels less like a human and more like a prey about to be eaten—about to be devoured.
The fae looms right above him, her hands at each side of his head, and Illuga finds it hard to breathe, Flins' perfect face so close yet so far from his own, her long hair falling around him and obscuring his surroundings until the only thing he can see and focus on is the fae.
"But I must say", Flins starts and Illuga's gaze falls down to her mouth, watching with rapt attention how her lips move, how the syllables fall from her enticing mouth, "that although I truly do not mind having such a lovely little bird in my presence, you did intrude while on a rather private moment, young master".
The title feels like a perfect mockery, because between the two of them the only one with the actual power to be called as such is not Illuga, and both him and the fae are more than aware of this.
An elegant hand reaches to softly caress his face, the slow brush of Flins' fingertips against his cheek akin to a feather's touch, and Illuga can't help the full body shiver prompted by her thumb rubbing at his bottom lip.
"I believe you should make it up to me somehow, don't you think so, dear young master?", Flins whispers, her eyes shining with so much hunger it both frightens and surprises Illuga that she hasn't swallowed him whole yet.
Illuga is torn between wanting to escape far, far away from the tender clutches of this ravenous and ethereal fae, and wanting to fulfill her every whim; but in reality he doesn't have any possibility of choosing when he has already unknowingly given himself to Flins. Despite his doubts, his body reacts on its own, nodding in agreement to please her and make her happy.
"Good boy", Flins mutters against the shell of his ear and a small whiny sound escapes from his mouth, the praise settling on his very being and making his body relax and a weird and funny feeling to set on his belly. He wants more of that feeling, to be a good boy for Flins and receive her praise until he's as light as a cloud.
The thumb rubbing at his lip pulls down on it and Illuga lets his mouth fall open obediently, allowing Flins to slip her finger inside, the young Lightkeeper unconsciously wrapping his lips around it and his eyes closing as he suckles at the digit. A satisfied hum comes from Flins' throat and it only helps to further fuel the simmering heat pooling on his middle.
"Say, young master Illuga, will you be good for me tonight and stay still? It won't do for you to squirm around as I'm having my fun with you", the fae sing-songs, her thumb pressing down on the human's tongue, some of his spit starting to dribble down his chin.
And again Illuga can only nod, his eyes open wide to look at Flins pleadingly as he feels how that burning heat keeps growing in his belly, his cock getting harder the more Flins plays with his mouth and keeps calling him 'young master' in such a sultry tone.
The fae removes her thumb from his mouth, the digit shiny with spit, and, to Illuga's bewilderment, Flins puts it on her own mouth; her eyelids flutter and a hum of delight can be heard as she sucks her thumb clean, tasting his spit on her tongue. Illuga whimpers softly, feeling parched and too hot in his clothes.
The small pop Flins makes when she releases her thumb is outright lewd and the smile she gives him is somehow wrong and with sharp fangs that Illuga doesn't remember seeing before, "I cannot wait to taste more of you, my dear Illuga".
She doesn't wait for Illuga to give her any kind of response and immediately dives down to lock his mouth with hers into a kiss that becomes heated right away. Illuga makes a small sound of surprise, taken aback from the way Flins is outright devouring his mouth, her soft lips coaxing his own to part so as to let her invade his mouth with her dexterous tongue. With Flins' words still resounding in his mind, Illuga keeps obediently still despite how much his hands twitch with the need to pull Flins even closer, his whole body and mouth pliant while the fae licks at his teeth, his gums, his palate and playfully swirls her tongue around his, a mess of their combined spit dribbling down his chin.
Flins breaks the kiss right when Illuga is starting to feel faint from the lack of air but she doesn't pull away immediately; her teeth latch on his bottom lip to nibble and tug at it, her sharp fangs nipping the flesh and making fresh blood to bead at the small wounds. The sharp sting of pain makes Illuga gasp but it is immediately soothed by the glide of Flins' tongue over the wounds, the fae excitedly liking at his blood and humming at the taste.
"What a wonderful flavour, I wonder if the rest of your body will taste even better...", Flins ponders out loud, one of her delicate hands tracing a slow and torturous path from the sensitive juncture of Illuga's neck to all the way down to his groin, her fingertips just shy of brushing the prominent tent in his pants.
He wants to move, to jerk his hips up and let Flins touch him where he needs it the most but the fae's words stop him from doing as such, his body firmly pinned to the ground by some invisible force despite Flins' own body not touching his own.
"F-Flins", Illuga whimpers pathetically, aching to be touched by her.
"Hm? What is it, my dear? You should say what you have in mind so I can know exactly what you desire", Flins mutters against the column of his neck, her fangs grazing his neck without drawing blood—yet.
The feeling of her mouth and those dangerous teeth against his neck is distracting and makes Illuga shiver but with much effort he manages to put his thoughts together, "I want you, ah, I want you to touch me...".
"More than I'm already doing?", Flins fingers go higher to play with the hem of his sweater before slipping past the fabric, the touch of her fingers against his bare skin almost making him burn from lust.
He nods frantically, pale blue eyes looking at the fae with desperation.
"And what else? It would be a pity if you just want me to touch you and nothing more", she asks before biting down right below his jaw, the skin turning a bright pink and coaxing a moan to slip past Illuga's mouth.
"I want to touch you back and—ngh, and f-fuck you", he whines, the way his voice sounds so desperate and pathetic to his own ears catching him off guard but it is as if he has not hold over his own emotions, everything coming out unexpectedly raw as the fae's magic over him lowers his inhibitions.
"Oh my, you sure are quite bold, little one", Flins chuckles as her hand pulls his sweater up to reveal most of his torso, her fingers tracing the large scars marring his skin, "But to your luck I find myself rather fixated on you".
Flins lowers her body so she's now straddling Illuga, her bare cunt placed right on top of his clothed erection and the young man can't help the way he whines at the friction, his body trying its best to fight against that invisible force keeping it in place and aching to thrust up. The fae takes his hands and Flins keeps direct eye contact as she bites down on his left pointer finger and pulls the leather glove off his hand, letting it fall somewhere around them; she repeats the same process with her right hand and, with Illuga's hands now bare, Flins brings them to her chest.
Illuga jolts in place and his cheeks turn crimson at this point from how flustered he is, "I...! I d-didn't...!", he stutters before giving up on speaking all together with how much of a mess his mind is, the softness beneath his hands burning his rationality to ashes.
"Does this form excite you, my dearest? I've seen your efforts to be a gentleman and not stare at them", Flins grins amused. "Look—and touch to your heart's content", she encourages him, pressing harder on his hands.
Illuga swallows hard as he watches how his hands sink into the supple flesh of Flins' chest, the sight so arousing he feels his cock throb in the tight confines of his pants. His fingers twitch unconsciously and Illuga realizes that he can move his hands, no longer restrained by the fae's magic. His gaze flickers up towards her face, seeing her mischievous expression, before going back to her chest and only then does Illuga start to tentatively squeeze on her breasts. He starts slow, not really knowing what he's doing but seeing that he's more than willing to touch her, Flins takes her hands away from his, allowing Illuga to have control for now.
He fondles her breasts shyly but the more he keeps at it the more confident Illuga becomes, his hands kneading Flins' breasts with more force and pushing the mounds together as he watches marveled how they jiggle when he lets go. Illuga lets his hands move lower to the underside of her chest and cups the heavy breasts, feeling their weight in his palms; his thumbs graze against the fae's nipples and the sharp intake of air from Flins is all Illuga needs to focus on them. He swirls his thumbs over the areolas and presses down where the tips of Flins' shy nipples hide, rubbing at the nubs to try to coax them out.
"Hmm, just like that... You are doing so well, my little nightingale", Flins praises him at the same time she starts moving, rolling her hips on top of him, grinding her bare cunt on his aching cock.
Illuga groans, the layers of fabric in between them feeling like the worst of tortures, the stimulation on his cock less than ideal but it nonetheless prompts a spark of arousal akin to electricity down his spine.
"Please...", he begs, unconsciously pinching Flins' nipples harder, his nails digging in, as he feels how the heat in his belly grows, so close to reach its zenith.
Flins moves faster, grinding with purpose right where his cockhead is, seemingly uncaring for the rough texture of his pants against the folds of her pussy. He's close, oh, so close to reach his climax, whiny moans falling freely from his mouth as Flins speeds up, the friction and stimulation on his cock almost too much for him—
But Illuga is denied his orgasm, Flins suddenly lifting her body from where it was so intimately pressed against Illuga's.
"A-Ah? Why...?", Illuga whimpers confused, his hips jerking up to try to find Flins' body.
The fae responds by chuckling and rising to her knees, her breasts slipping from Illuga's hands and letting him see how the front of his pants is thoroughly soaked with his own precum and her slick, "Oh dear, it won't do for you to release so early, where's the fun in that?".
Illuga pouts and his expression seems to make Flins pity him, her face softening a bit and she leans down to peck him on the lips before moving lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses all over his neck. Her mouth drifts further down but Flins doesn't bother with taking off his sweater and just pulls it over the swell of his chest before resuming her task. Everywhere where Flins' lips touch his bare skin it feels as if he's burning and freezing at the same time, the dual sensation foreign yet pleasurable at the same time.
By the time Flins' mouth brushes against the waistband of his pants Illuga is panting, slight tremors running down his body thanks to both the chill of the night and the ethereal fae hellbent in teasing him in the most pleasurable ways. A loud moan is ripped out of him when Flins nuzzles her face against his clothed erection, her tongue darting out to lick at the precum beading all the way through the layers of fabric in between them.
After what feels like a eternity, at long last Flins brings her hands to pull down at his pants and underwear, pulling at his clothes torturously slow, the grin on her lips as she does it letting Illuga know that Flins is doing it on purpose, the fae relishing in watching him suffer and struggle when he's so pent up with arousal. A small gasp falls from his lips the moment his cock is free and the slight cool breeze of winter hits his length, twitching beneath Flins' intense gaze.
"Oh, you're going to fill me up so well, my pretty nightingale", Flins purrs, her face so close to his cock Illuga can feel her breath against it.
She takes her time in playing with him, her pointer finger slowly, so slowly, tracing a trail up from the base of his cock and all the way up to the weeping head; Flins swirls her finger around it, the digit progressively getting shiny with precum, and without warning flicks his cockhead. Illuga chokes on a moan and immediately bites down on his lip to stifle such an embarrassing sound but such action doesn't go unnoticed by Flins; she clicks her tongue, clearly disappointed, and lightly slaps his inner thigh as a punishment.
"Sing for me, my dear Illuga, I want to hear what beautiful melodies will fall from your lips as I bring you pleasure", Flins chides him.
Just like before Illuga's body reacts by obediently following Flins' subtle commands, his teeth releasing his lip and his mouth falling open to let the small sounds of pleasure that were aching to come out of his mouth fall free as Flins wraps her hand around the base of his cock.
"Good boy", Flins smiles satisfied.
To Illuga's relief she starts moving her hand up and down, stroking his cock at a leisurely pace, the precum that keeps leaking from the deep pink head easing the glide of her hand on his shaft. She's looking at him, and when her tongue darts out to lick at her lips Illuga knows what is about to happen, but nonetheless the actual sensation of Flins giving a broad lick to his hard cock is beyond anything he could've expected or imagined—her tongue is slimy, so wet and warm, and the way Flins is making her way up from the base by tracing the veins along his shaft makes him moan unabashedly.
Flins' mouth reaches his cockhead and the fae seems hellbent in pleasuring Illuga by throughly focusing there; her tongue swirls around the flushed head, licking the precum continuously dribbling from the weeping slit, and she also leaves open mouthed kisses, her spit adding to the mess of fluids smeared all over Illuga's cock.
"Hah, ah, Flins... More, please...", Illuga begs her, the stimulation too much yet too little at the same time, his body burning from arousal and yet he is unable to do anything about it, his hands only capable of moving to grasp at the grass beneath him.
Flins smirks at his visible desperation but she wordlessly grants his wish, her lips parting to take his cockhead inside her mouth to suckle at it and make Illuga whimper loudly at the tightness around his cock. Little by little she slips her mouth further down on his length and Illuga almost can't believe his eyes as he looks at Flins taking his cock, the fae making such a lewd action look elegant and beautiful at the same time; her almost dry fringe falls over her forehead and frames her fair face, adding to her ethereal allure as more of his cock slides past her rosy lips.
Illuga feels as if he's about to combust by the time Flins takes his whole cock, her nose brushing against his abdomen and his cockhead pressing against the back of her throat. Pent up from earlier and having his cock fully enveloped by such a tight and wet warmth it doesn't come as a surprise that Illuga comes right away, his eyes rolling back, muscles tensing and shouting Flins' name as his cum spills inside her perfect mouth; but unexpectedly Flins pulls out while Illuga is still coming, some of his semen landing on her face, across her cheeks and nose and even over her fringe.
Illuga squeaks, embarrassment quickly getting over him despite the mindblowing orgasm he just experienced, "Sorry! I'm—I'm truly sorry, I didn't mean to...!".
To his surprise he finds that he can move freely again and he sits up, bringing his hands to try to swipe his own cum from Flins' face but the fae grabs his wrists and stops him from continuing any further. Her eyes shine mischievously as she brings his cum stained fingers to her mouth and licks them clean, humming at the taste of his spend.
"You taste divine, young master", Flins purrs and laces their fingers together, the gesture unexpectedly intimate. "Please—give me more".
It shouldn't be humanly possible to have such a fast refractory period but Flins seems to be using her fae magic to her advantage, Illuga's cock chubbing again and ready to be at her mercy.
With their hands still clasped together Flins rises up to her knees and straddles Illuga once again, her legs spread wide open, giving him a proper view of her whole body as she hovers right above him. Flins' figure is beyond sensual, with lithe and elegant limbs yet bearing a voluptuous chest and supple thighs; her skin and hair have fully dried and Illuga can now see that the tips of her hair are languidly flickering like a pale blue flame; his eyes drifting lower, Illuga zeroes in how her plump folds glisten and threads of slick dribble down from her pussy, landing right on his cock. He swallows loudly, wishing he could lick at Flins' pussy, shove his tongue right past her entrance and taste directly from the source what is likely the sweetest of nectars to exist but the fae seems to have other ideas in mind.
As Illuga keeps watching her, Flins slowly lowers her body, getting closer and closer to where his already hard cock lies down against his belly. It feels like torture, his body unmoving once again and every second that passes akin to hours until, at long last, Flins sits down directly on top of him with her bare cunt against his cock, no layers of fabric in between them. The direct touch of such sensitive parts of their bodies makes the two of them groan to Illuga's surprise, finally able to hear a sound of pure pleasure coming out of the fae's mouth.
Using his hands to anchor herself Flins starts moving, all too reminiscent of earlier but this time, as the fae rubs her bare cunt against his shaft, the plump and pretty folds of her pussy spread open, the pleasure it brings Illuga is increased tenfold and outright heavenly. Moan after moan falls from his mouth, pleasure shooting down his spine with every grind Flins gives, Illuga being able to feel how her slick coats his cock and how at certain angles the head catches just slightly on the fae's entrance; if he could move it would take just a small thrust up for him to slide past that tight entrance and be inside Flins' cunt, fulfilling at last his wish to fuck her.
"Flins, ah, please I wanna, ngh, I wanna fuck you", he begs her, trying to make her have mercy for him.
But Flins only hums, holding his hands tighter in between hers and moving faster, "Hold on just a little more, young master Illuga".
She shifts the angle at which she's grinding down on his cock, the swollen head now kissing her clit, making the fae tremble from pleasure and coaxing pretty gasps out of her. Illuga can't stop staring at her, the way Flins seems to shine brighter as she is being overtaken by pleasure is beyond beautiful, a sight that he doesn't believe himself worthy to be witness to. The glide of their bodies is eased by the copious amount of precum and slick in between them, the wet noises of Flins using her pussy to pleasure Illuga so loud and filthy in the otherwise almost quiet clearing.
"Are you close, my precious nightingale?", Flins asks him, her voice coming out breathy and not as composed as before.
"Y-Yes...!", Illuga manages to say, his mind too clouded with lust and pleasure to be able to string together a whole coherent sentence.
Flins gives a squeeze to his hands and leans in, her eyes shining with an almost wicked blue glow, "Let go, my Illuga", she whispers intimately.
And a mere human he is, captivated in more ways than one, Illuga comes with a yell, the coil on his belly snapping and his body obeying his master. His cock throbs where it's nestled in between the plump folds of Flins' pussy and cum spurts from the slit, leaving a mess of white and warm semen all over the fae's cunt and inner thighs and his own abdomen.
"Good boy, my dear good boy", Flins praises him, her movements growing frantic, her hips grinding hard on top of his spent cock. She purposely rubs her clit against his cockhead and Illuga watches with half lidded eyes how Flins, beautiful and ethereal Flins, unravels as she reaches her climax too, head thrown back, eyes fluttering shut in bliss and a delicate and breathy moan falling from her mouth, the sound echoing in his ears and making Illuga ache to hear it again and again.
Flins' own wetness adds to the mess of fluids in between their bodies, Illuga acutely feeling how her pussy squirts against his cock, more slick gushing out from her cunt and thoroughly soaking his clothes.
Their orgasms eventually simmer down, one more visibly affected than the other, Illuga heaving and tremors running down his spine while Flins, despite being naked and having her eyes still closed, looks unnaturally composed. In this moment of almost stillness Illuga takes the chance to keep staring at Flins, memorizing every detail of her; perhaps he was too distracted to notice before but Illuga can now see that, where a very pale human's arms and legs would show the blue of their veins, something moves in Flins' limbs, thin trails of azure fire swirling and shifting beneath her skin. Illuga watches the fire mesmerized, finding every single thing that differentiates him from the fae utterly breathtaking.
DIstracted as he is, Illuga notices too late that Flins is moving again; she lets go of his hands, placing them on the ground before cupping his cheek and leaning down until their noses are brushing, their closeness not failing to make Illuga's heart skip a beat.
"Oh, my dear young master...", Flins murmurs while brushing their lips together, softly like the flutter of a butterfly's wings. "Will you give me children, Illuga? Will you fill me to the brim and fuck me pregnant?".
His eyes widen in surprise and his breath audibly hitches.
Fuck Flins... pregnant...?
Unconsciously, his cock twitches at the thought. He—he has never had sex before but somehow Flins' words stir something deep, deep inside of him that wants to say Yes without a doubt, something that wants to make such a request a reality and impregnate Flins so as to see her belly grow round and heavy with the first of their children.
Illuga feels like crying, overwhelmed by such imaginary and by the sudden wave of arousal washing over him. He nods frantically and looks up at Flins with what must be such a pathetic pleading gaze but Illuga can't bring himself to care about feeling embarrassed anymore—he needs Flins, so much it's hard to breathe.
"I'll do it...! Please, please, let me do it, please let me fuck you full of our children", Illuga babbles almost incoherently as if he were drunk, his hands aching to move and touch Flins all over her body.
Flins smiles and pecks him on the lips once before pulling away and rising up just enough for their bodies to stop touching. Illuga whines at the loss of her warmth but the sight of his cum all over her pussy, thick globs of white semen dribbling down from the plump folds, makes his mouth water.
"I'll hold you to that promise, little nightingale", Flins says as she grasps his spent cock, aligning the cockhead right against her weeping entrance.
Illuga doesn't need the fae magic this time, his cock hardening as Flins starts lowering her body, so slow that he can feel how the rim flares open around him until at last the tip slips inside and Illuga's vision momentarily goes blank, his mind taken over by the surreal pleasure the tight walls of Flins' pussy bring him.
"Flins—!", he moans as he suddenly comes just from having his cockhead wrapped by such heavenly wet and warm tightness, Flins gasping as Illuga fills her pussy with his cum.
"H-Hah, how unexpected", Flins chuckles, her cheeks flushed and a small shiver running down her body at the sudden rush of warmth in her cunt.
But even more unexpected is the way the fae suddenly drops down and impales herself down on his cock with a loud and wet squelching sound, making Illuga choke on his own spit; the sensation of Flins' tight walls around the tip was already beyond anything the poor boy could've imagined but this, the vice-like grip of the fae's pussy clinging to his cock? Illuga is melting, his mind and rationality utterly gone, the only thought left behind being that he wants more, that he wants to pound into Flins until he's completely spent and milked dry.
"But that won't do, my love—you need to come right inside my womb", Flins says with a mischievous glint in her eyes, her hand pressing above her lower belly where her womb is.
Whiny and gurgling noises come out of Illuga's throat, the young ratnik unable to get his tongue to move properly but Flins seems to understand him regardless for she starts moving, lifting herself up torturously slow so as to let Illuga feel the drag of her pussy on his shaft, her folds clinging to his cock as if unwilling to let go of him, all before dropping her weight once again and taking Illuga to the hilt. They groan in unison, his cockhead nudging right at Flins' sweet spot and making her composure falter more than before, sharp canines digging into her own lip that Illuga dearly wishes to kiss and bite at.
Flins doesn't hold back anymore at this point, fucking herself on Illuga's cock as if he were just a pretty thing for her to use to her liking and Illuga can only lie down there and watch the fae attentively. The pleasure of having his cock inside her seems to make Flins come undone, the fae gradually losing some of her control over her own form as the edges of her body lightly flicker and her glowing wings shine like wisps at her back. And yet what Illuga is, shamefully, focused on is the way her breasts move up and down everytime Flins impales herself on Illuga's cock, the sight outright hypnotic, and if he looks lower he can see a frothy ring of white forming where they are connected. The warm walls of Flins' pussy suddenly clench down around his cock and Illuga whimpers loudly, the breathy laugh he manages to hear letting him know that his reaction pleases Flins.
The fae leans in and now the only thing in Illuga's immediate field of view is Flins' voluptuous chest and the way it moves, "Naughty nightingale, I've seen you stare—do you really like my chest that much?".
Even if Illuga could decide whether to lie or say the shameful truth he wouldn't be able to, his mind too dumb with pleasure for him to properly give Flins a proper verbal answer. A whiny and outright pathetic noise comes from the back of his throat and Flins' smile turns sharper, "Take your fill, then".
The moment she finishes her words Illuga feels how her soft nipple nudges at his mouth, and without thinking he wraps his lips around the nub and sucks. Above him Flins gasps and her hips stutter momentarily before resuming her fast pace, and that breathy noise makes Illuga's fingers twitch with the need to further touch her; to his surprise his hands do respond to his thoughts, his fingers sinking into the fae's pillowy breasts. Perhaps this is what Flins meant by letting him take his fill, allowing him to move his arms again so as to accomplish his desire to touch the fae.
An obscene rhythm is established, Flins moving her hips, grinding down against his body to take his cock deep inside of her pussy while Illuga suckles on her soft nipple, his hands wasting no time to fondle her supple flesh. As it happens Illuga is left breathless once more, his mind struggling to believe that this is happening, that such an ethereal being like Flins is as infatuated with him as Illuga is with her. He may have given his name, accidentally as it was, and therefore given Flins power over his whole self, but he doesn't regret it for a second because this is where he's meant to be, Flins is who he's meant to serve for all eternity.
The nub in his mouth is hard and Illuga unconsciously nibbles down on it, just a slight pressure from his teeth, and yet the reaction it brings out from Flins is equally as surprising as it is arousing.
"Fuck...!", Flins moans, her pussy tightening deliciously and coaxing a whimper from Illuga. "T-The other, my dear", she takes her visibly reddened nipple from the young ratnik's mouth despite his rather adorable protests and brings her other breast for Illuga to suck on.
WIth how hard Flins is riding him Illuga can feel how his cock is bumping against a tight entrance in the deepest part of the fae's pussy; his mind is a frenzied mess but could that truly be—?
Flins hums satisfied and grinds against him instead, letting Illuga throughly feel how his cockhead rubs against that tight furl, "Oh, what a perfect and good boy you are, Illuga, your cock reaches so deep inside this body", the fae purrs.
The praise settles warmly in the pit of his stomach, fueling the simmering arousal that has been steadily growing since Illuga's last orgasm. His cock twitches and a soft sound slips from Flins' beautiful mouth.
"Are you close?", she asks eagerly. " Remember, come inside my womb and fill it to the brim with your seed, I promise you it'll take—ngh, I'll proudly carry your babies", Flins says, purposely clenching down around Illuga, trying to milk him with her pussy.
"I hope they have your pretty eyes, my lovely nightingale—and if they don't we'll keep trying, I'll make you knock me up until I'm satisfied".
Illuga sobs, Flins' nipple slipping away from his mouth but he can't control his reaction, the way his body seems like it's about to burst from pleasure so unlike anything he's ever experienced. He isn't sure whether it is the fae magic or if it comes from his own mind but Illuga dearly wishes for Flins' words to come true, for his seed to take root in her fertile womb, for the fae to become pregnant with the first of their children, and to watch as her belly grows steadily and swells with their baby in there, her breasts becoming ever heavier with sweet breast milk...
"That's it, that's it, my love—come, fuck me pregnant", Flins, oh, so sweetly orders him before slamming her hips so hard that at long last his cock manages to pierce past her tight cervix and into her womb.
With a loud wail Illuga is coming again, his eyes rolling back in mind blowing pleasure as rope after rope of thick and warm semen spurt from his cock, painting the previously untouched walls of Flins' womb in white. As he continues to pour his load inside her pussy Flins keeps moving, chasing her own orgasm, and it doesn't take long for Illuga to feel how her walls spasm around him and for the fae to come with a breathy moan, her head thrown back in bliss.
"Flins...!", Illuga whimpers as her cunt clings to his cock like a vice, Flins squirting and slick gushing out, further making a mess in between their bodies. He's stuffing Flins' womb just like she desired and at some point Illuga is coming so much that there's no leftover space for anymore of his cum; soon enough his semen starts leaking from the fae's entrance in thick globs of white, her thighs glistening with their mingled releases.
It's hard for Illuga to exactly tell when his orgasm subdues enough for him to come back to reality from the haze of lust and pleasure clouding his mind; he becomes aware of the ringing in his ears slowly dying out and his chest heaving, mouth open to grasp for air. The weight on top of him shifts and he groans when he feels how Flins moves, leaning away and holding herself up with her arms behind her.
Like this Illuga can see her whole body once more, her form more human than fae without the blue flames over her skin. She's not catching her breath like Iluga is—and now that he's properly looking he notices that her chest isn't moving at all—but there's a slight tremor in her thighs, the aftershocks of her own orgasm visibly affecting Flins.
"Hah, so full...", the fae caresses her stomach, her voice elated.
Perhaps it is his imagination, his lust-clouded mind playing tricks on him, but Illuga swears that there's a visible swell in Flins' belly, the fae so full and thoroughly bred that she's bulging from the sheer amount of cum Illuga poured inside her fertile womb. With such a sight in front of his eyes Illuga truly believes that Flins wasn't lying, perhaps he really fucked her pregnant. His cock throbs weakly in renewed interest but to his surprise Flins only sighs.
"As much as I would love to keep on playing with you, you've been here for too long", Flins says, a slight pout on her lips.
Her hand moves to cup his cheek, her thumb tenderly rubbing at the beauty mark beneath his eye.
"Sleep, my dear Illuga", the fae smiles down at him and the last thing Illuga sees before his vision turns dark are those cunning yet beautiful golden eyes that seem to gaze straight into his very soul.
The chirp of a bird from close by wakes up Illuga.
It is unusually hard for him to get his body to catch up with his mind, his limbs heavy as if made of lead and it takes Illuga quite a few moments to even get his eyelids to open. There's a golden and familiar light shining upon his form and when his vision clears out he realizes that it is actually Aedon, perched on his head and more than likely the one that woke him up.
"Aedon...", his voice comes in a raspy whisper.
His nightingale chirps again and flies off from the fluffy tresses of Illuga's hair, the following noises letting him know that Aedon has gone back to his lamp.
He's careful to sit up in, just case his body decides to suddenly fail him, but luckily he manages fine; he takes a look at his state and finds that his clothes are in their proper place and that his lamp and polearm are both at his side. A glance around him lets Illuga know that he's not in the fae's clearing but under the shade of a tree in Amsvartnir, the first rays of sunlight starting to peek through the dark blue sky.
Had it all been a dream or some sort of illusion brought by the Wild Hunt? Did that fae lady even exist in the first place?
Disappointment makes Illuga's heart ache—it had felt so real, the sensations, her burning touch, his feelings for Flins...
Something flickers in his periphery and when Illuga looks up towards it he sees that just a meter or so away, standing in a circle of small light blue flowers, there's an elegant lantern, the mesmerizing azure flames inside it reminding him of Flins' hair.
Illuga gasps, feeling how hope and excitement fill his poor heart. He almost stumbles in his hurry to get towards the lantern and his knees buckle right where he gets in front of the azure flames. Without thinking he takes hold of the lantern from its sides and finds that despite the fire burning inside, the flames are lukewarm, just warm enough to make Illuga want to keep on holding the lantern in his hands.
Perhaps last night's events were real, perhaps this is a gift that Flins chose to give him, perhaps her feelings towards him match his own, perhaps—
"I'll get to see her again", Illuga says out loud as he stares at the lantern, both a wish and a statement; it may be just mere wishful thinking but if he had stumbled across that clearing once, then who is to say he won't do it again a second time or a third? In the meantime Illuga will keep looking for her every night, as many nights as needed—he will find Flins.
Motivated, Illuga hugs the lantern against his chest, keeping a firm hold of it by its base and the handle as he rises up to his feet and starts walking towards Piramida, its imposing shape visible in the horizon.
Perhaps it is his imagination but Illuga swears that, for the briefest of seconds, the lantern's handle becomes warmer, as if to reassure him that he and that peculiar fae will meet again in the foreseeable future.