the gods knew what I was or what I did.
Synthia thought she had evolved, but she hadn’t fully become what she was born to be, or I’d have felt it. Fuck, the entire world would have sensed it. Synthia thought I needed to change to survive, and yet she was the one unwilling to change. She’d been playing house and hadn’t even unpacked her bags that were still sitting by our bedroom door. Her shit from the guild was in our closet, still packed. When she spoke of home, she referred to that world, and I needed her tight, sexy ass here in Faery, fighting beside me instead of against me.
Her tender flesh beckoned me to abuse it more, and I leaned over, dragging my tongue through the mess as she whimpered for me. I devoured it, pulling her legs apart until I was sure they burned, sliding my mouth over every inch of her needy cunt until she started quivering and exploded in my mouth.
“Not enough, you need to do better. I don’t remember saying you could come yet, either,” I taunted, my magic stretching her for coming without permission. I stared as her head lifted, and her lips parted on a scream escaping her tight throat. “Quiet, or I’ll fuck that warm mouth of your next, Pet.”
I surveyed Synthia as she rocked against my magic, fucking her greedy slick flesh as it tightened around my cock. Sex magic was heady, and I was its master. I could feel her as if I was in her pussy, deliciously wrecking that tight hole. My magic fucked her ass hard too, and it took everything within me to be gentle.
Her humanity was stopping me from taking her ass myself, and I craved it. I wanted to watch those pretty eyes grow languid, coming undone on my cock, buried in that tight little ass up to my ball-sack.
Pulling the magic back, I watched as she sagged against the bed in relief. “What’s the matter, Synthia? Not happy with the change you forced on me?” I asked, gazing at the electric-blue eyes that locked with mine. Fire banked within them, and then sadness slipped in as her head shook with her reply.
I’d done shit her way for as long as I could, keeping secrets from her that could destroy the tenacious, precarious relationship we had together. She knew who I was, just not what I was. How did I tell this beautiful woman that I was the one who wrecked her life, setting everything into motion that had happened to her? Worse, I was about to do something so horrendous she’d leave me without question if she found out. It would break her into a million pieces, ruining everything we’d built in the last year together.
Synthia took away the beast. The one constant thing I knew could never change. She fucked him right out of me, and he had allowed her to do it. It burned, pissing me off until I wanted to hurt her, viscerally and so profoundly that she would know the betrayal I felt.
I’d heard her plotting to change me, knew she was holding court with creatures I’d forbidden from entering my kingdom, and now I was expected to pay the price? Fuck that, and fuck waiting around for her to get her shit together. This war didn’t have an endless amount of time before it would be pounding on our gates and knocking down our doors.
We’d all helped her, taught her how to wield her powers and fight. The one fucking thing she had to do alone, and she’s refused to accept it. The power of Faery is hers, and it was right there, waiting. I’d fucked her in front of the horde, shown her she was more than just a part of this world. I’d pounded into her tight pussy as the skies changed, and she’d fallen apart, stretched painfully on my cock, coming so hard the world shattered with her. She still didn’t reach for that power.
Standing up, I moved to the bed, turning her onto her back, staring at her sleeping face. Her chest rose and fell with her breathing, and I snorted. If she accepted what Faery