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Zaejin the Troll & Perik the Room Monster (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2023-02-15 21:00:01 +0000 UTCTelling people it was a hard decision for you to upheaval your life and move far from what you know is a lie. It wasn’t a hard decision. It was barely a decision at all. There was nothing keeping you there anymore. The chains were broken, you could go anywhere.
Unsurprisingly, finding a new home to move into was the hard part. Well, finding something affordable was the hard part. The house you chose, which was out of the way, up a dirt road, down a steep path, was easy to say yes to, even with all the repairs and work needed. You figured you could do things on your own, that was the whole point of this weird little adventure.
“Got enough books, ma’am?” The mover asked as he walked into another couple of boxes.
You were taken aback by the ‘ma’am’ that it took you a moment to answer. “I suppose for now I have enough. I might not have enough in a few days.”
The mover chuckled, setting down the box with the others and looking around. The other mover was coming around the side of the house, taking a box towards the old shed.
“Odd place,” the mover said.
Looking up from your spot on the floor, picking up the spilled papers of your lists, you followed his gaze. “I suppose so. The realtor at least had it cleaned a bit before we got here.” You found the paper you were looking for and walked over to the table.
“Got any big plans for it?” He chuckled.
“Aside from living in it, not at the moment. I know there are some things needing fixing though,” you said.
“Oh, I figured you were one of those flippers.”
You smirked and shook your head. “HGTV has rotted some brains in its day. Mine isn’t one of them.”
“Really? I think it’s a good channel.”
You just shrugged. As you signed a document for the movers, you glanced outside, seeing something overgrown in the distance. You handed the paper over and continued moving, but that object across from your home caught your attention every now and again.
Once everything was moved in, you took a break. You sat on the thrift store couch you bought and leaned back, letting out a deep sigh. You had bought some more furniture from an antique store that was due tomorrow, hopefully. After a moment of rest you had a few more things you knew needed to get done. Set up the bed, find food, get a shower, the basic survival things.
The house looked small from the outside, but on the inside it felt quite larger. Maybe because it was more open than you expected, even with rooms and hallways it felt airy inside. You had never enjoyed the open concept home, you wanted nooks and crannies you could use for shelving. Luckily, this house had shelving built in, which was another draw, even if it was thirty minutes away from the nearest signs of life.
It was becoming way too easy to fall asleep and give in, you needed to get some water or you might dehydrate in slumber like some weird Snow White. You sat up, stretching out when you noticed something in the open window. It was a large clay jar, and it was heavy too when you picked it up. Inside was a thick, black looking substance. You were getting weirded out when the scent of berries hit your nose. You cautiously stuck a finger in and pulled out a heap of sweet jam. You stepped outside, looking around, but didn’t see a soul except for the overgrown object across the way.
“There’s all sorts of creatures in this world,” your grandmother told you. “You’ll see them when I’m gone.”
“Then I don’t want to see them,” you said.
Your grandmother smiled, added more to the large pot over the fire. “I want you to see them though. It’s my fault you and your mother can’t.”
“I don’t mind,” you said, kicking your legs under the table. “You’re still here.”
She chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I used to convene with all sorts of things when I was your age. It hurts me I can’t anymore. The carnival that came through town, the werewolves in my college town, I miss them all.” She touched her fingertips over her eyes. “This blindness we were given, it hurts me more than you will know. Once it is lifted, and you can see, you’ll understand what more this world has to offer.”
“But you won’t be here,” you said.
She smiled, gently stroking your cheek. “But I’ll have you ready for that day.”
Thinking of this, you took out the journal your grandmother had pieced together. “Stay put,” you said to it, then walked outside.
The sun was setting, but everything was still bright. You approached the overgrown object and heard water. You were told there was a river on the property, guess this was it. You looked down an embankment.
“Oh wow, it’s farther down than I thought.” You looked aside, seeing it was a bridge that had gotten so overgrown. “Thank goodness I have that weedwacker. I can clean this up easily,” you muttered to yourself. Looking down towards the river again, you saw something on the bank. It looked like an old wardrobe, but maybe it was a trick of the shadows.
“A bridge,” you said under your breath. “I wonder.” You went back to the house, opening up the journal. “There we are, trolls.” You sat down as you read your grandmother’s wisdom.
“Trolls have a bad reputation, from fairy tales to nursery rhymes. While they are territorial, and can be pranksters, they are shy and often wish to be left alone. They make homes under bridges, in tunnels, and sometimes the roots of very large trees. They can vary in size as well, starting from child height and growing up towards twelve feet. Trolls enjoy trade, I would recommend offering a gift if you ever come across one. From there, they will know they can come to you and barter from time to time.”
You looked to the large clay jar and thought for a moment. You then searched through a cooler, taking out a bottle of wine you were going to celebrate with. You took it towards the bank, setting it down just beside the bridge.
“Thank you!” You called down then quickly hurried back home.
The next few days were a blur of unpacking, stacking, hefting, body aches, and the realization you were no longer in your twenties. The antique furniture was delivered late, and by then you felt too beaten up to move it as planned.
“Geez, why did I get antiques?” You grumbled. “Why couldn’t I have been a normal millennial?” You then glanced over towards the bridge, and an idea struck you.
“Bartering, huh?” You went into the kitchen, taking out the extra large tub of chocolate hazelnut spread you had gotten. You went out towards the bridge and looked down the bank. Under the bridge there was a broken wardrobe, it looked old and was covered by vines with what looked like a tree growing around it. You swallowed, wondering if your grandmother was playing a long prank on you. Then again, the wine had vanished, so maybe, this would work.
“I don’t mean to be a bother,” you called down. “But I could use some help moving my furniture. If we’re going to be neighbors we should be friendly.” You then held out the jar of chocolate spread. “I’ll trade you this to help me move some furniture.”
There was a laugh from below and a deep, throaty growl.
You stared, slowly pulling back the jar. “I also have peanut butter if you prefer.”
“-not much. Few pieces. Old. Obviously,” a voice whispered.
“Big?”
“For you? No.”
Were there two trolls? You tried to crane your neck further so you could see, but the bridge was obscuring your view.
There was a low growl again, and a shadow shifted, moving forward from the bridge. The troll stepped out, looking up at you. Long greenish hair jutted in tufts from the side of his head and down his back. He had a long, angular nose, and large teeth that jutted from his bottom lip. Silver eyes gazed up at you.
You waved.
The troll sighed. “You had movers here, why not get them to do their job?”
“I had this furniture delivered, it got here after the fact.” You swallowed and your heart pounded. “I hate to ask, being your new neighbor and all.”
A laugh came from under the bridge and the troll sneered.
“Neighbors? Do you know what you’re talking to.”
“Not exactly,” you answered with a meek tone. “I just know it’s polite to get to know people.”
The laugh returned and the troll turned his head, glaring back towards the old broken wardrobe. He climbed up the bank, coming to stand next to you. He towered over you, in a way you’d never seen before. You stood, barely coming up to his chest.
The troll took the chocolate hazelnut spread from your hand, sniffing the jar before cutting those silver eyes down at you. “You a witch?”
“My grandmother was,” you murmured. “I write children’s books.”
He sneered then glanced back towards the house. “Been a while since anyone’s been here. Most people don’t appreciate the locals.”
His skin was a dark shade of green mottling to pale yellow on the underside of his arms, palms, and in the center of his torso.
“Is that why you asked if I was a witch?”
He chuckled. “Most would be afraid to see the likes of me.”
“My grandmother taught me about things like you. It’s a long story,” you muttered, feeling suddenly embarrassed.
He scoffed then held out his three fingered hand. “Zaejin,” he said.
You shook his hand, offering your name. “Nice to meet you.”
He sighed. “Now show me what you need moving around, not-witch.”
You nodded, leading the way to the house. “Thank you. I appreciate the help.”
Zaejin bowed down in the doorway to avoid hitting his head, but as he rose up he knocked his head on one of the rafters.
A laugh came from the couch, and you stared for a moment in fright.
“That’s just Perik, ignore him.”
Something moved under the couch, and as Zaejin went towards the wardrobe you ordered the door swung open and hit him in the face.
“Introduce me proper,” a shadowy hand bedazzled with rings jut out from the door.
“Ghost,” you whispered.
“Hardly!” Zaejin snarled at the wardrobe. “If he was a ghost, he would be tolerable.” He rubbed his nose from where the door had hit him.
Your journal was still in the kitchen where you couldn’t get it. You felt woefully unprepared. “Oh, then, hello?” Your voice cracked.
The hand covered in rings flourished outward. “It's been a while since anyone has lived here. And this wardrobe is much nicer than mine. Untaken too.”
You looked to Zaejin, brows crossed in concern. “What’s going on?”
“Perik is trying to be dramatic.” Zaejin slammed the door of the wardrobe shut. “Now where do you want this thing?”
“Very unkind of you Zaejin,” Perik said from under the couch again. “You’ll give her a bad impression of me.” Long shadowy arms extended from under the couch. Perik dragged himself out. His body jangled with bells and bangles, the long, ethereal form rose from the ground. Large white eyes peered out from the shadowy form, and silver accessories glittered all over his body.
“My, my,” Perik whispered as he looked around. “This place hasn’t changed.”
“I didn’t think it needed changing.” It was hard to pick your jaw up off the floor. Your grandmother’s journal had nothing about something like this.
Perik’s eyes narrowed while looking at you, and he chuckled. “What’s this? Love at first sight? Well then, I would be happy to oblige.” He extended his long, elegant hand towards you, bangles and charms singing beautifully.
“If you’re gonna hop out, then you can help too,” Zaejin snapped at him.
Perik made a disgusted sound. “You’re here, you can take care of all this without breaking a sweat.” He took your hand, bringing it towards his face.
Zaejin snarled. “Perik, stop distracting her!”
“Jealous already?”
“No! I need her to tell me where to move this shit.” Zaejin shook his head, picking up the wardrobe without much thought and walking towards the next room, even without your command.
“Wait!” You chased after him. “The other way!”
It wouldn’t be the first time you asked for Zaejin’s help, or Perik’s for that matter. The first few days of your move were lightened thanks to their help, or at least, their bargained help. Zaejin made small repairs around the house you couldn’t do, especially to the shelves you mainly bought the house for. In return for fresh baked bread. Which you were sure you could bake, possible. Maybe. You could try. Perik agreed to help you organize your books and library, for access to your new wardrobe.
“Why the wardrobe?” You asked, setting down a box of books before him.
Perik’s eyes lit up, though he had not much face to decipher expression, you were learning bit by bit how to read him. “Haven’t you ever heard of the boogeyman?” He asked with a giddy voice.
You opened the box of books. “If you were what I was afraid of all this time, I’m beginning to feel silly.”
His laugh was breathy and light. “No. Not me, personally. But my kind has been lumped into the same throng as him.”
“Had me fooled,” Zaejin grumbled under his breath as he came in with a plank of wood.
Perik rolled his eyes. “My kind are called Cauchermar.”
You took out books from the box, admiring covers before placing them on the shelf. “Which is?”
“You might call us monsters under the bed or something like that. But we’re ethereal beings, celestials, and use the channels between worlds to live in.”
You furrowed your brow. “Under beds?”
Perik gently tucked back your hair from your face. “You would be surprised what’s hidden under there.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Your cheeks warmed from his gentle touch.
“Not-witch,” Zaejin grunted. “Come help me over here!”
“Coming!” You set the books down and went to Zaejin’s side. “Need me to hold something, boss?”
He scoffed at you, then nodded. “Yes. Hold this.” He handed you the board. “Keep it still for me while I nail it down.”
“You got it.” I held the shelf still while Zaejin prepared a nail. “Thanks again for helping me out. You two have been a wonderful surprise.”
Zaejin cut his eyes at you. “A surprise?”
Your cheeks warmed again, going full red as Zaejin watched. “I know we set up a trade. But I’m relieved to have you both nearby.”
“Be careful what you wish for, not-witch.” As he started hammering the nails into the shelf you could feel it vibrate through your palms. It made your fingers tingle, and it felt strange going through your wrists.
“Trying to warn me that you two are bad neighbors?” You chuckled.
Zaejin’s eyes flicked back to Perik’s. “One of us is.”
“I can hear you,” Perik scoffed.
Zaejin smirked, taking another nail and hammering it into the board. “I saw your little notebook. And it got me thinking.”
“I know,” you huffed. “It’s a long story involving a feud my grandmother was a part of. Family curses. Strong tensions. So on and so on,” you huffed.
“Curse?”
You waved your hand flippantly around your eye. “A type of blindness. Just while my grandmother was alive, her blood could not see the world with which they were a part of.”
Zaejin looked thoughtful, his eyes distant. He then shook his head and swatted at your hands. “You can let go now.”
You stepped back from the shelf and nodded. “Looks good. Hope I kept it level enough,” you chuckled.
He glanced back at you. “How recently have you had this blindness curse removed?”
You counted back and looked into his eyes. “Three months.”
He stared at you with a perplexed expression. “You’ve only been able to see the other side for three months?”
“Hence the journal.” You shrugged then gave him a smile. “I wasn’t exactly eager for it to start anyways.”
“Right,” he murmured. “Because then she would still be alive.”
“Right,” you sighed.
Zaejnin’s eyes darted down. “Sorry I brought it up.”
“It’s okay. She always wanted me to be able to see what she saw anyways. She missed it. I hate that she never got to see it again either. That's part of why I moved out here. Cheap house, and nature always has more to see than in the city.”
“I was wondering that.” He sighed and stood up, his back cracking slightly.
“Are you alright?” You move closer towards him in case he were to fall. Not much you could do to stop him if he did fall, but you could try.
“He’s just old, dear,” Perik teased.
Zaejin grumbled, going back out to fetch something from the shed.
That evening you admired the first section of shelves filled with books. You smiled proudly, taking out some of the books to look over, then gently slid them back into place. There was a sense of satisfaction in a full shelf.
The jingling of Perik’s silver came to your ears. You looked up towards the door that went into your bedroom and the door to the wardrobe opened up. Perik stepped out, standing tall and closing the door back.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“Zaejin is in bed early, and I am bored.” Perik sighed wistfully as he came into the room. “What are you doing?”
“Admiring.” You turned back to the shelf.
He hummed under his breath, his arm jangling as he brought it up and placed his chin upon the back of his hand. “I heard Zaejin mention you were a writer. Are all of these yours?”
“Oh gosh no.” You looked around and found the right box. “I have quite a few, but nothing compared to my collection.” You opened up the box and brought out a small book. “I write for this series.”
Perik took the book, turning it this way and that. “Haunted Houses for Children?” His eyes narrowed.
“It’s a children’s horror series. I have a couple of picture books too. But it’s mostly that series.” You sit back, looking through the small chapter books with your name on them.
Perik sat beside you, freely browsing through the books. “Ghosts of the Middle School Pool, Alien Step-Mom, Vampire Doctors Give Out Suckers. And what’s this?” he held one up to you featuring artwork of a little girl on top of her bed while eyes shone in her closet and under her bed. “Perpetuating stereotypes with-” He flipped the book over to read the title. “Under the Bed Nonsense?”
You snatched it away from him. “They’re nice and they’re protecting the girl from something much worse. It’s based on a story a friend of mine told me in middle school. It’s what got me this job.”
Perik clicked his tongue. “You write about monsters, but you only just now got the ability to see them.”
“I studied a lot about them thanks to my grandmother.”
“What was the first thing you saw when you got your sight for the other?” Perik asked. “If that’s not too painful a question.”
You shook your head. “Not painful. Bittersweet I guess.” You breathed in slowly, setting your books back into the box one by one. “It was the nurse who brought me coffee after she passed. Mom was dealing with things and I was sitting in the cafeteria with my cousins. And this nurse brought us all coffee, and she was suddenly so pale and strange, her hands left dust on the cups and our clothes when she touched us.”
“A moth?”
You nodded. “And it didn’t end with her in that hospital. There was so much to see, but I knew it wasn’t what my grandmother often talked about.”
Perik’s eyes shifted, moving in a way that read as thought and epiphany. “Hence your move here.”
You let out a heavy sight. “Right.”
“Did you choose this house because you felt it would get you in contact with more-” he hesitated, but very shortly. -more like us?”
“No, I chose this house because I could afford it with my share of the inheritance. I wanted something much closer to Hearthway Hollow, but everything around it was too much for me to afford.” You then let out a laugh. “It worked out I suppose.”
“Not that you mind monsters in your closet or trolls under bridges.”
You decided to shelve a few of your written works, placing them gently on a bottom shelf you could reach while sitting. “I like you and Zaejin so far.”
“If I’m being honest I haven’t seen Zaejin so fond of anyone who has lived here, and we’ve been here a long time together. I know he was here before my wardrobe was chucked. He’s usually a distant fellow.”
“He’s fond of me?” Your eyes brightened and your cheeks warmed.
Perik chuckled, as if he caught you in something. “I’m fond too, you know?”
Your cheeks grew warmer still. “You’re not hard to read like Zaejin is.”
“I do wear my heart on my sleeve.” Perik extended his long arm and silver bangles jangled and rang like tiny church bells. He then leaned in closer to you, putting said arm around your back. “One question, you promised Zaejin fresh baked bread. You can do that right?”
You frowned at Perik.
“Noted. You can’t.”
“I can try,” you huffed. “I’ve just never baked bread before. What’ll happen if I don’t give him the items we agreed upon?”
“He’ll grind your bones to make his bread.”
“That’s giants,” you huffed.
Perik tittered. “I’m not sure what Zaejin will do. Probably ask for something higher in price to make up for it. It would be best to offer it rather than have him wait and ask for it.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “Got’cha.”
After a few days of unpacking and cleaning, you were sick of it. You decided to take the day off and get used to your new surroundings. You walked around your house, seeing what hid on the other side, behind the shed, and then you wandered to the bridge, taking the weed whacker with you.
“What are you doing?” Zaejin climbed up the bank as you are trying to figure out how to turn on the whacker.
You pointed outward. “I was going to clean off the bridge and walk across it.”
Zaejin’s eyes narrowed as he followed your finger. “Do you know what’s on the other side of this old bridge?”
“Graveyard?”
Zaejin glared at you. “You think it’s a graveyard.”
“It’s an obvious answer,” you pouted.
“First it’s ghosts with you now-” he scoffed and rubbed his hand down his face. “I want you to look at that open field over there. Really look. It’s wide open. No trees. The foliage is fairly well maintained.”
“Oh that’s someone else’s property?” You asked.
Zaejin grunted. “No, not-witch. It’s fae territory.”
“Gays?”
Zaejin grabbed the top of your head, shaking you back and forth. “Maybe some common sense will loosen up in there. No! The fairy folk! Pixies. Brownies. Little shits who enjoy causing drama for the hell of it. Perik may enjoy them, but when they come to the field they’re nothing but annoying.”
You pushed his hand off your head. “I was making a joke, I know you meant fae folk.” You glanced back towards the field. “That’s what got my grandmother cursed.”
“You had a fae curse on you?”
“Yup. Grandmother fooled around with this guy, turns out he was fae, also turned out he was married to another fae. Turns out she was really fucking scary. The two were at each other’s throats for ages until the fae finally cursed her.” You pouted as you gazed out across the field. “Guess I’ll never be crossing this bridge.”
“You don’t need to, not-witch. Besides, this thing is so old, I doubt it could hold you.” He tugged away from briars then wrenched back his hand. “Bloody hell.”
“You’re cut.” You took his hand and looked at the scratches on the back of his arm. “Come on in, I’ve got some bandaids for that.”
“I don’t need bandages.”
“Oh hush, come on. I can at least clean them.” You tugged him along behind you, making him sit down at the kitchen table while you fetched your first aid supplies. You came back, tending to the cuts on his hand, as well as removing a thorn that had gotten stuck.
“Doesn’t that feel better?” You asked.
“A little.”
“Good. I’m glad.” You glanced up at him then away. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make you bread.”
Zaejin growled.
“But I’ll trade something else. Something bigger.” You gave him a shy glance. “I can do other things better than bake.”
His brow arched. “That sounds suggestive, not-witch.”
Your face flushed. “Not like that!” Although that did make you curious.
Zaejin chuckled and he leaned in. “A kiss then will cover the bread.”
Your cheeks warmed and you could barely make yourself look at him. “A kiss is all? You-you sure about that?”
“I’ll close my eyes and you can do as you please.” Zaejin sat back, a smirk on his face as he closed his eyes.
You thought for a moment, tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. You looked over Zaejin, not that you wouldn’t want to kiss him, just that you didn’t know if he was playing around. You inched closer, standing up in order to reach. You closed your eyes as well, placing your lips upon that smirk. Zaejin jolted, he put his hand around your mouth and stared at you.
“I thought you’d kiss the cheek.”
“I was?”
Zaejin grunted, removing his hand then kissing you properly. You were stunned at first, but slowly melted as the kiss went on. His big hands on your body felt shockingly good.
“There,” he grunted. “All paid up.”
You nodded, taking a few breaths before you could reply. “Sure.”
Those silver eyes darted over you and his hand smoothed further down your back. “You didn’t like that, did you?” He spoke with a low voice.
“And what if I did?” You whispered back.
Zaejin smirked again, leaning in for another kiss which you too happily gave. His tusks rubbed against your cheeks, and you did bump into his nose, but everything felt so nice. His big warm hands cradled your hips.
There was a ringing and jingling of silver jewelry behind you. Zaejin stopped the kiss and growled as he looked over the top of your head.
“Am I interrupting?” Perik giggled.
Zaejin grumbled under his breath. “You know you are.”
“Oh, don’t mind me.” Perik came up behind you, placing his hands on the side of your face from behind. His hands tickled down your face to your neck then slid down your shoulders. A warmth radiated through you from his touch, and you let out a soft giggle.
“Perik,” Zaejin growled.
“She likes it.”
Zaejin pushed Perik’s hands away and gave him a glare. “Step away from the not-witch with those hands of yours.” He stood from the table and you collected yourself.
“You like my hands too,” Perik teased.
You glanced back in surprise. “He does?”
Zaejin looked at you then back to Perik before walking back out the door, hitting his head on the way out.
“Don’t worry,” Perik said. “He’s just a little embarrassed now. I’m sure he’ll come back wanting more.”
You touched your face, which felt so warm. “I hope so.”
Perik giggled, leaning over your shoulder and kissing your neck. “We both will, trust me.”
It was a few days later, but as you were getting up from bed, you saw Zaejin standing at the bridge from your window. You went to the kitchen and opened up the doors. The air was cool and crisp showing that fall was in full swing.
You walked out towards Zaejin and stood beside him, looking out towards the field where you saw something that made you hold your breath.
“They had an orgy last night,” Zaejin grumbled. “Couldn’t get a wink of sleep.”
“Oh.” You turned slightly from the scene, glancing back to see some of the continuing party before turning back around. “Well uh…cuh-come over for breakfast. Get yourself some peace.” You took his hand, leading him into your kitchen.
“I only just got up.” You said, closing the doors behind you. “Do you drink coffee?”
“I’ll take it.” Zaejinc couldn’t bring himself to look at you. He averted his eyes and turned to keep himself from you.
“I had no idea anything was going on last night. I must have passed out hard,” you said as you turned on the coffee pot.
“Don’t talk about it.” His voice was on edge, his body looked stiff.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
Zaejin was quiet.
“Do you want to go lay down? You can borrow my bed if you need sleep.” You placed your hand upon the back of his arm and felt him tremble at the touch. The warmth from Perik’s touch flowed through you again and you took your hand back.
“Fucking fae,” Zaejin pant.
“I uhm-” You were feeling steadily more aroused, now aware the fae’s antics had caused more than sleeplessness in the night. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling an ache begin to grow. “You’re frustrated, I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault.” Zaejin rubbed his hand down his face, stroking his chin. “I told you the fae here were annoying.”
You slipped your hand down your chest, turning when the coffee pot beeped. “Do you still want a cup?”
“That is fine.”
You went to the cupboard, opening it and standing on tiptoe. You could reach the mug, but something in your mind made you do something else.
“Zaejin, could help me get this down?” You asked.
“Fine.” he came up behind you, pressing his front into your back as he reached up to get the mug. You eased your hips back, rubbing your rear into his lap. Zaejin groaned, but he didn’t move. You continued to rub against him where a hardness prodded back against you.
“Not-witch,” he snarled.
You bit your lip, grinding more into him. You pulled up your robe and nightgown, showing him your bare, soft skin. Zaejin grabbed your hips, snarling under his breath.
“Fucking fae.”
“Touch me,” the words came out desperately.
Zaejin’s palms were rough, but his touch was gentle. He rubbed the back of your thighs, pushing up to grope your rear. His thick fingers slipped in between, finding the tenderest of flesh. You moaned audibly, your mind swimming with desire, wanting Zaejin then and there. You knew it was the effects of the fae, but they were only bringing feelings you’d harbored to the surface.
“You’re so wet already,” Zaejin panted.
“I know. It’s okay, I want it.” You spread your legs a little more, leaning over the counter to present yourself to him. “I want you, Zaejin.”
A low rumble vibrated in his chest. “I want you too.” He leaned over you, kissing and biting your shoulder and the back of your neck. You heard his pants hit the floor and then something warm pressed into your skin. Zaejin moaned into your ear.
You turned back, looking into his eyes before kissing him. His cock rubbed into your thigh, pushing between so he pressed against your folds. You gasped, choking back on your excitement.
The sound of jingling silver bangles entered your thoughts, but you and Zaejin didn’t stop. Zaejin took hold of your hips, rutting himself against you until he was dripping in your wetness.
“Very good,” Perik whispered near you. He appeared in the cupboard before you, leaning out and grabbing your face. He kissed you, moaning softly. You felt Zaejin begin to enter, gently pressing until his tip felt flush against you.
“Careful, big boy,” Perik chuckled.
“I am. I’m taking my time. But she feels so good.”
“I’m sure she does.” Perik looked back into your eyes. “She wants you so badly, I can see it.” He kissed you again and you felt something warm and slippery against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting him in as Zaejin made way inside. You gasped, shuddering as Zaejin’s huge cock opened you.
“You like it, don’t you?” Perik whispered into your ear. His fingers tickled down the back of your neck. “That big, thick cock inside you, stretching you, feels so good. I know.”
Zaejin pushed in deeper and you choked on your cries of pleasure. Perik floated down from the cupboard, sitting there before you. He then extended to you his cock, long, glistening black, with a silver ring at the tip, and a bangle around the base.
“Please?” He whispered.
“Pretty,” you moaned. You took Perik’s cock, stroking it as Zaejin moved gently inside you. Each time he pulled back it felt like he was dragging your soul with it. You took Perik’s cock, swirling your tongue around the tip, feeling the cold ring. Perik shuddered, combing his fingers through your hair.
“Beautiful,” Perik whispered. His eyes went to Zaejin. “Good morning.”
Zaejin grunted. “That it is.” He pushed deeper inside you, pushing you forward so Perik’s cock slipped into your throat. You choked for a second, then caught your breath and sucked.
“Easy! Easy!” Perik whined.
“He’s sensitive,” Zaejin teased. “Not me, I can last all day.”
“I’m fine,” Perik whimpered. “I just haven’t been treated like this in so long.” He moaned and leaned his head back. “Keep going. Just like that!”
The effects of the fae were not easily worn off. The three of you must have moved through each room of the house. By late afternoon, you were laying in the sunbeams of the library. You felt warm and sensitive all over, tender in certain areas. As you rose and stretched, you felt Zaejin and Perik stir on either side of you. You sighed, sitting there looking at your full shelves then down at the two of them resting. You smiled to yourself, secretly grateful the fae had opened the doors so wide for this moment.
“What are you thinking?” Zaejin murmured.
“How much I like it here.” You laid back between the two with a smile of content.
