Page 7 of Fated
Creativity. That was all it would take to overcome a tiny problem like my dream man being large enough to kill me if he accidentally sat on me.
And if he didn’t keep an eye on that tail, he’d take me right out.
Yes, creativity would win the day. It would just take some planning.
Like, if I tried to top him, would he even notice? Not that that would ever be an issue. I was a total bottom.
I supposed I could coat myself in coconut oil, wrap my arms and legs around him, and let him use my entire body as a fleshlight. I could give his dick the hugging of a lifetime.
I really needed to stop thinking about fucking Areth while I was in his arms. Coughing up bloody flowers was not the bestway to make Areth see me as fuckable if he was real. If I was going to die, I’d far rather be it from choking on cock than on flowers.
When he paused at the steps leading to my back door, I said, “Ok, you can put me down now,” I wiggled, trying to slip out of Areth’s hold, but he held tight. I wasn’t going anywhere until he wanted me to.
I produced another flower.
“I do not think so, small human.”
“You won’t fit in my house.” I emphasized the problem by stretching my arm as far as it would go, showing that it couldn’t reach past his head even while I was in his arms. When he didn’t budge, I knocked on the roof right beside me to score my point.
“Do not worry, I can get smaller.”
“You can? …How much smaller?” This was vitally important information and pertinent to the security and well-being of my person.
“I would not be able to fit into most buildings outside my domain if I could not control my size. I had to create a spell for it, otherwise, my life would be very uncomfortable while traveling.”
“So you can be indoor-sized?” My asshole suddenly stopped crying helpless tears and waving a white flag.
Now my love *cough-obsession-cough* had no more barriers. It slipped its leash and I hacked up a dozen flowers in a row. Areth’s eyes narrowed and the blue light in them dimmed. I didn’t think he liked my party trick anymore.
“How long can you do it for? Do you get a warning before the spell wears off?”
“Do not worry; I will not break your house, human. I will know before it wears off and can cast the spell again.”
I didn’t tell him it wasn’t my house I was worried about, but my precious, irreplaceable body. I knew I didn’t have a chance in hell to get him, but he was delivering me prime fantasy fuel. Iwould pump him for as much inspiration as I could get before he left since I wasn’t going to be able to pump him for anything else.
Yes, I knew that if Areth was real, he’d go back to Xalen, his home dimension, and leave me here to jerk off until I shed my mortal coil. Either from the flowers or dehydration. It was a toss-up as to which would get me first.
“Can you do the spell while holding me?”
Areth answered by shimmering brightly and shrinking down just enough to be able to clear my doorway. When he took us inside, he had to stoop so he could fit his horns through.
Areth navigated my small kitchen, carried me to my living room, and set me carefully on my couch. Then he took in his surroundings before frowning. Even at a smaller size, he wasn’t going to fit on any of my furniture.
See! I should have bought that bigger chair after all. I should have gotten a bigger everything else too.
Areth eventually settled on the floor in front of me and said, “I would like to examine you now, little one.”
“Max,” I blurted. “My name is Max.” Oh man, I really, really wanted to hear Areth say my name in that growly voice of his.
“Thank you, Max,” Areth said, making it sound like I was bestowing him with a great honor. “I am called Areth.”
“Yeah, I kno-” I zipped my lips shut. How was I supposed to explain how I knew who he was? What if he flipped out and smushed me to paste? In the game, he was pretty ruthless to his enemies, so I didn’t want to give him any cause to think I was one. And knowing all about him would come off as incredibly suspicious, so I changed my response to, “I mean, thank you, Areth.”
That was when I remembered that I’d left my game on with Areth front and center on the screen. My eyes darted to my TV, and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that my screensaver had kicked in. It was now showing a lovely scene of cherry blossoms drifting lazily into a river.
When Areth followed my gaze, I said, “It’s a TV. It can show stories and pictures. It’s a mechanical device.” They had simple machines on Xalen, but since it was more of a magic-based society than tech-based, I doubted they had TVs.
Areth nodded easily. He must have seen many magical things in his life. One little TV was probably barely a blip on his radar.
