Page 9 of Fairy's Forbidden Touch
He lifted slightly to help, his expression a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Beneath his pants, he wore something like undergarments, though the material was unlikeany fabric I’d seen—almost liquid in appearance, shifting with subtle iridescence like his skin.
“These are beautiful,” I commented, running a finger along the waistband.
“They’re woven moonlight,” he said, as if that explained everything. “They adapt to the wearer.”
I gently tugged them down, revealing him inch by inch. His cock was similar to a human’s in basic structure but with the same opalescent quality as the rest of his skin, and with subtle patterns that seemed to pulse beneath the surface. It was already hard, rising from a nest of silver hair so fine it was almost invisible.
“Perfect,” I murmured, wrapping my hand around him experimentally.
Thalen’s reaction was immediate and intense—his head fell back, a gasp tearing from his throat. His hands flew to my shoulders, gripping tightly.
“Too much?” I asked, holding still.
“No,” he breathed. “Just… overwhelming. In the best way.”
I began to stroke him slowly, learning what he liked. His cock was cooler than a human’s would be, but warmed gradually under my touch. The subtle patterns beneath the skin seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat, becoming more pronounced as his arousal increased.
When I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, the sound he made was unlike anything I’d heard before—something between a gasp and a musical note. His fingers tangled in my hair, not guiding but just holding on.
“Jesse,”he breathed, his accent making my name sound exotic.
I worked him slowly, using everything I’d learned over the years about what felt good. The taste of him was different too—something almost sweet, like honeyed wine. When I glancedup, the sight nearly undid me—his head thrown back, silver hair cascading over his shoulders, lips parted, the perfect composure completely shattered.
God, he’s beautiful when he lets go.
His thighs trembled beneath my hands as I took him deeper, establishing a rhythm. Each time I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, those subtle patterns beneath his skin would pulse brighter.
“I can’t—” he gasped. “Something is happening—”
I pulled back just enough to say, “Let it happen. It’s okay.”
When I took him back into my mouth, his entire body went taut. He came with a cry that sounded almost like singing, his release tasting of that same honeyed sweetness. The patterns beneath his skin flared brightly, illuminating the room for a brief moment.
I stayed with him through the aftershocks, gently releasing him only when he tugged at my hair. When I looked up, his expression was one of absolute wonder.
“That was…” he began, then shook his head, apparently beyond words.
I moved to sit beside him on the sofa, giving him a moment to recover. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and the patterns beneath his skin were still pulsing, though more softly now.
“Are you okay?” I asked when he remained silent.
He turned to me, violet eyes wide. “I had no idea,” he whispered. “The intensity… is it always like that?”
I smiled. “First times are pretty intense. But yeah, it’s always good when it’s with someone you’re attracted to.”
His hand found mine, fingers intertwining with a newfound familiarity. “And you? You haven’t…” He gestured vaguely toward my obvious arousal, still confined in my jeans.
“We don’t have to do everything at once,” I told him. “This was about you.”
He frowned slightly. “But I wish to learn. To reciprocate.”
The idea of those perfect lips wrapped around me was almost too much to contemplate. “Another time,” I suggested. “Maybe we start with something simpler?”
His expression turned curious. “Such as?”
I guided his hand to the bulge in my jeans. “Just touching. Over clothes first, if that’s more comfortable.”
He nodded seriously, then began to explore the shape of me through the denim. His touch was hesitant at first, then more confident as he gauged my reactions. When I couldn’t suppress a groan, a look of satisfaction crossed his features.
