Page 81 of Given to the Fae
‘It is for her!’ I hiss. ‘When she’s in her right mind, she’s going to hate me!’
She groans from my bedroll.
‘Please,’ she mutters as it begins again.
I look to Jak desperately. ‘Do something. She resisted my conjures. I tried to make her sleep, and it didn’t work.’
Jak’s brow knits together. ‘That isn’t possible. She’s a human.’
‘I know that! And yet...’ I gesture to the woman who’s writhing around begging and pleading and beginning to cry again. My voice lowers to a whisper. ‘I can’t leave her in torment.’
‘Bryn?’ Jak asks, kneeling beside her.
She immediately reaches for him. ‘Jak? It’s you. Please. He says he won’t fuck me, but you will, won’t you? I know I’m not beautiful, but just pretend? Pretend I’m someone else? Please?’
‘I can’t, Bryn,’ he murmurs, looking struck as he bats her hands away gently and looks her over.
‘She didn’t eat anything?’ he asks.
‘She said she didn’t, only that she began feeling too hot while I was gone. Her skin feels feverish to me.’
Jak nods. ‘I’m going to make you a tea,’ he says to her, putting his hand on her forehead.
She lets out a small growl and whips her head up, biting his hand. He jerks it away.
‘No more teas!’ she hisses. ‘I need...’ Her words taper off and tears fill her eyes. ‘I don’t know what I need, but please, please, please make it go away!’
Jak’s eyes are helpless as he looks back at us.
‘I’ll make the tea, but if it doesn’t help... I’ve never heard of this before with a human. She might need...’
‘What?’ I ask. ‘If it’s a plant she needs, I’ll find it!’
‘It might not be a plant, Locke,’ Jak says meaningfully, looking down at my cock that’s been standing to attention for ages now.
‘No. I’m not going to do that to her when she’s not herself. I can’t.’
‘One of us might have to.’
Jak gets up and starts rifling through his pack to find the ingredients for the tea while I begin to work her body again.
‘What are we going to do?’ Morgan asks.
‘I’m going to bring her to pleasure again and then speak to her. She seems to be more lucid just afterward, before the need comes upon her again.’
Morgan nods and dips his head down to kiss her forehead, freezing when she grabs him behind his neck and kisses him deeply.
‘I need you,’ she whimpers. ‘If not your cock, then your tongue at least. It felt so good last night. Please!’
I glance at Jak who nods grimly.
‘Well, this certainly isn’t what I expected when I woke up this morning,’ Morgan mutters as he lays between her wide legs and begins to kiss and suck at her.
She comes quickly and, as she lays panting, I wipe the hair away that’s stuck to her dewy face.
‘Bryn?’
She yawns.
