The Fifth Nightmare

Her Scent

Trilla POV

    The well kept room was thoroughly lit and free of obvious dust. The rugs seemed freshly beaten and the fire place kept and cleaned. The walls were mostly bare, save for a tapestry covering the west wall of the room depicting a hunter and his dead prey, a deer, lying bloodily on the floor. To the north was the fire place and a door presumably leading to a washroom. at the east was the door I came in through at the edge of the wall and further along was a small cozy looking bed. Far better than the thin, scraps of fabric I had grown up with. The bed had a soft brown quilt and a smaller blanket at the foot of the bed. On the floor in front of the bed was an empty chest to put my belongings, not that I had brought much but the close on my back. I peeked a glance in the washroom before turning back to the bedroom. 

    Near the fire place was a small sitting area with a small barren bookshelf and a cushioned chair. I plopped down in the seat and starred at the unlit fire place waiting for Terrowin to come back and escort me to dinner. I pulled my hood down and taped my foot anxiously against the floor thudding in the woven carpet. I traced my hands over the ink covering my left arm. Tracing the snake up to it's tail before reaching whiskers of a cat before disappearing under the sleeve of my cloak.

      Three soft taps at my door signaled his arrival and I flew to the door opening it quickly. I pushed my way out of the room closing the door swiftly behind me and stilled in the narrow hallway. Terrowin stood tall and massive, bigger than I remembered but maybe it was due to our temporary separation. Or maybe I hadn't realized how big he was in the first place to him I was embarrassingly small. To other humans I was fairly tall, to him? I was an absolute joke. Thinking about his size made me wonder how he compared to Markus, he had been tall but I don't ever remember him being this dominating in size. Although Markus' physic was nothing to balk at for a while he dominated me and controlled me in every sense of the word. To meet someone who is larger and stronger struck fear in the pit of my stomach. 

    Markus had been the only Fae I had interacted with and I had no bases for there mannerisms. Were they all crazy and psychotic? Where they all dominating and cold blooded? I knew that naturally they were all larger and stronger than humans, but did they have black sheep or a Fae who did not rely on their strength but instead their intelligence. That lead me into another branch of questions, were they smarter than us? No, Markus hadn't been too intelligent, but looking into Terrowin's eyes I could see the flash of intelligence and dismissed the thought entirely. I looked up at Terrowin now, and realized he had been watching me, observing me, inspecting me. I feel my lips turn down in disgust I hated being watched, hated knowing that what they saw made them decide who I was. I was more than the outside and I'd be damned if I let anyone think all I was, was flesh and bones. 

Terrowin POV

    I watched as she went into her room kicking the door shut behind her. A small sense in me begged me to pull her into my room and have my way with her. I growled stiffly feeling my hard on tent in my slacks quickly moving into my room. Without her present I now realized that her scent had addicted me without me even noticing. Without her next to me I wished I had her scent surrounding me. I groaned becoming hard in my slacks almost to the point of pain. 

    I rubbed myself through my pants hoping for some relief but none came. I didn't have time for a cold bath so I quickly unbuckled my pants dropping them to the floor and releasing my c**k. I knew I didn't have time for this, but I couldn't go and bring her to dinner with my c**k bursting to get out of my jeans. I licked my hand and grasped the base before tugging it to the tip, drawing out a drop of pre-c*m. I shuddered a breath imagining her sticking out her tongue to lick the tip, imagining the pretty moan to come out of her mouth when she first tasted my spend on her tongue. I took the pad of my thumb and brushed it over spreading the liquid before stroking myself. I closed my eyes and inhaled imagining her scent flooding my senses imaged her hand running up and down my c**k. I moaned quietly speeding up the pace as I imagined her sucking me into her mouth, running her tongue down my length and licking the tip and delicately nibbling on my balls. I spurted my seed into my hand pumping out ropes of my c*m. I quickly cleaned myself off and pulled my pants back up. 

    I took a minute to catch my breath and righted my clothing. I checked myself in the washroom to make sure I looked presentable. I straightened my shirt tucking it back into my slacks before running my fingers through my hair.  I sighed in frustration, I knew my little fantasy would never happen. Whatever my Queen had planned for them would turn the siblings against us. Even if that wasn't the case she wasn't comfortable around men, every time I came near her she all but ran screaming from me, and earlier in the hallway when she first spoke she shook so violently as though I would hit her.

     I closed my eyes in frustration before locking up and knocking on her door. I could hear her run to the door and I backed up as she ran out the door to greet me. She froze and stared at me in thought, it was then that I noticed her hood was down and I studied her features. Her face was not that of a delicate beauty, but that of a strong warrior. She had a sharp strong jaw, fierce determined blue eyes, and grim lips pulled taught in her thought. I watched as she sucked her lip in gnawing on it slightly. I had to suck in my breath to keep from groaning at the sight. The only thing that didn't match was her cute button nose. I saw her suddenly snap from her thoughts and I saw her eyes narrow at me looking much like a hunting cat fierce yet still cute. Her lips sloped down in disgust for a moment her eyes narrowing as if focusing on her prey. 

I smirked silently. "So, Dinner?"