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(Chapter Eight: Devil in a Faerie Dress)
Sersel is currently sitting on an elaborately sculpted seat that looks similar to a tree stump with vines and silvery blue, glowing and glittering flowers, adorning it.
He is also surrounded by curtains of vines with more glowing, blue flowers, the sounds coming from a waterfall, not too far away and his thoughts while in a private retreat within a forest, near his castle.
It’s been two months and Sersel’s heart still aches over having lost Belle—again.
But he doesn’t want to make the mistakes he’s already made, all over.
He must stay as far away from Belle as ‘elvishly’ possible.
At least he has his memories of the feeling of her soft, voluptuous lips and her soft, fragrant hair and her soft thighs with their womanly curves wrapped around him and her supple neck and her—
A tear streams from his closing eyes with the shame slicing into his being but he still passionately inhales the scent of one of her old gowns, anyway.
His body cries and weeps, expands and quakes and he starts to feel unfathomably enraptured with the memories of taking her over and over, again swirling through his mind and down to the space between his powerful thighs.
As his nostrils keep taking urgent, violent gulps of her scent and the emotions and sensations raging within him like a storm on the high seas, grows more and more heady, he finds himself releasing an uncontrollable, gurgling groan before he cry-snarls her name, under his breath.
He releases another gargled moan and a desperate whimper as he drags some of the fabric down his gracefully thick neck, hard, bulging chest and constricted nipple, getting her scent all over him.
“Isn’t that light green unitard, too tight for that?”
His heart leaps in his chest as he’s yanked out from the grips of his fantasies, too risqué for any elf of his elevated status, to be indulging in.
His eyes land on a shapely female with blonde, flowing hair, pale blue eyes and iridescent wings that look similar to a dragonfly’s.
With a wicked smirk on her face, her eyes undress him as he watches her, frozen.
she points to his chest.
“If those get any harder, they’re going to turn into stone,” she teases.
He yanks Belle’s gown over his chest as if he had breasts and gives off the kind of indignance and grimacing disgust, a woman would give off to a man.
Then, just to play with his mind, she starts admiringly staring at his massive, painful looking bulge which the gown just exposed, after it slid from it along with the indecent wetness there.
He looks down before a horrified expression flashes onto his face.
He swiftly pulls Belle’s gown over his crouch before his furious eyes, swing back up to the intruder.
“Why are you here, Aaeana!” he growls.
She giggles, in a high-pitched, daintily diabolical way.
“I’m just here to enjoy the show, my dear!” she sings, her body language theatrical and feminine.
“I’m not here for your entertainment!” he snaps back.
She devilishly smirks at him before she starts playing with the eye-dazzling medallion, against her chest while releasing a teasing, giggling moan.
Sersel is unable to stop his eyes from falling to that place before her stiff nipples and crystal ball, sized breasts, smother his eyes.
She starts shimmying her shoulders and pulsing her chest which causes them to wobble and bounce as she nefariously giggles.
Sersel jerks inward and gasps as he almost explodes.
After remaining still and keeping his distressed eyes away from her chest, so that his body can calm down some, he glares up at her.
“Why do you have to come to torment me, now, of all times, Aaeana? It’s only been three years. That means, I’m not going to take you, so remove that naughty fantasy from your wicked, wicked head.”
She folds her arms while glowering for a moment, in a sulky, childlike way.
Then just like that, her energy becomes nonchalant.
“Fine. Suit yourself. You’re the one who has to live with that aching erection, not I. Oh! And now you know how I feel when it comes to you.”
She points at her nipples which are still screaming.
“These don’t get like this for just anyone, you know?”
She keeps going.
“So. I actually came here simply to talk when I caught you doing something—” She suggestively smiles as her eyes run up and down his being, “Oh, so delicious.”
“Well, couldn’t you have at least waited, until? You know?”
“Yeah, I know. I can’t lie. I was going to watch, until the end. But I have a ‘mighty hunter’ to woo, after this, so I decided to cut things short for today.”
Sersel rolls his eyes.
“You’re chasing that, again. I just don’t get it. He’s an imbecile. It’s insulting that you would desire me along with him. You’ve grated my nerves many, many times over the years but I’ve also grown a little fond of you—in a love/hate kind of way.”
She puts her hand on her heart while beaming him a smile.
“Aaaw. Really, Sersel! That makes me so happy!” she chimes.
He gives her a bland look.
“I said a little, Aaeana—anyways, it bothers me that you’re still chasing him.”
A mischievous smirk drifts onto his face.
“You know. You may not fully be my type since you relish spreading yourself around the whole elvish and fae realm but you are still enough of my type to pretend like you’re not here.”
He winks at her and she blushes before her eyes fly down with a painful grin, stretched across her face.
He goes on.
“I’ll give you an extra special show, if you promise me you’ll stop chasing that human buffoon made from a cow’s rectum. Even you deserve better than that, Aaeana.”
She keeps her eyes lowered for a moment as if considering his offer.
Her gaze lifts to him.
“No. I think I’ll keep chasing him just to irk you for that last comment and for thinking I’m not worthier than being some voyeuristic eyes when you’re in one of your twisted fetish, places or a roll in the hay, once every ten years when you’re really low on pride and self-esteem.”
He stares at the ground for a moment before irreverently shrugging.
“Okay,” he chirps.
She huffs while crossing her arms in agitation.
“You’re not going to even try to fight me on anything, I just said, Sersel!”
He looks away for a moment, in mock consideration.
“Nope,” he chirps in blasé way, again.
She huffs before throwing her hand back.
“Fine. Whatever. Well, before I leave, I wanted to tell you what I originally came her to say to you.”
“Hm. Really. What’s that?”
“I’m very disappointed with your curse.”
“It’s no different from the one you cast before it.”
She grits her teeth.
“Will you stop! Being so defensive, Sersel! Let me finish, please before you go shouting back at me!”
His eyes go for a loopy ride that says ‘whatever.’
She goes on.
“You already know that Gaston is mine. So, why would you make him fall in love with that spoiled donkey hole, Prince Adam, of all people? I could’ve cursed any Prince but I chose him, for good reason.”
“He wasn’t as bad as you make him out to be. You just wanted an excuse to make that ‘handsome’ pig you saw in your premonition yours, after you touched him, as a boy.”
She makes a face while tilting her head, in irreverent agreement.
“Well, maybe you’re half right. But at the same time, he was a pretentious ass who had little respect for women. In fact, he was a terrible lover, who used their bodies and threw them away like old, filthy rags. He even used men. That’s how outlandish the arrogant Prince’s addiction to sticking himself in things, was.”
“Yeah. But how can you blame him when these women and men—were so eager to part The Red Sea for him?”
“Well, he was willing to give himself to all of those women and men, too, am I not, correct? A transaction takes more than one person, Sersel. And you may think that I’m attracted to disrespectful males because I love variety. But that’s far from the case. I punish disrespectful males. But males who pleasure me as an equal and don’t radiate the belief that I am beneath them, get the gift of a satisfied, happy faerie. And who doesn’t love satisfied, happy faeries?”
Sersel gives her an amused, incredulous look.
“But I disrespect you all of the time. What about that?”
She smiles.
“You’re special to me and therefore an exception. But all others, I treat with a much heavier hand.”
He shrugs.
“If you say so.”
She gives him a sullen look before going on.
“I know what you’re trying to imply, Sersel. Yes, I may be a hypocrite but so are you. And at least my plans actually work, unlike yours. You became a chicken and broke your own curse.”
He gives her a threatening look, as if warning her not to go there.
She defiantly ignores him.
“Why should I hold my tongue, Sersel? You certainly don’t. My plan has worked out just swimmingly. Your favorite, boring little brunette broke the spell and is living happily ever after with that deceptive, pretend cornball with the sorted past she’s oblivious to and now, I have Gaston all to myself.”
Sersel feels his body starting to tremble as his face contorts into a ferociously furious grimace.
But instead of being intimidated, with her wrist tucked behind her elbow and her knuckles under her chin, she guffaws at him.
“Serseeel! I didn’t hit a soft spot, did I? I’m just the messenger. It’s not my fault that Belle is madly in love with Prince Adam and he with her and that she’s forgotten all about you because you idiotically wiped her memory. Twice.”
Her eyes diabolically glint.
“However, since you’re already fuming at me, I might as well add a few coals to your fire by informing you that it was ‘I’ who tainted your pathetic curse with some magic of my own, so that Belle would retain her memories.”
She evilly laughs before blowing him a kiss as his glaring eyes have now transformed into flaming suns.
“Bon Appétit!” she sings.
It isn’t until the moment that Sersel has leaped up and is charging towards her, that Aaeana starts feeling terrified that he’s going to attack her along with terrified for her very life.
But in the end, instead of attacking her body, his mouth attacks her lips.
She’s stunned at first but then her mouth spreads and his tongue slides past before making its home inside of her cavity.
After inhaling each other for a time, eventually they end up stripped down to nothing, on the forest floor.
The minute after he thrusts into her one last time and empties himself inside of her while she cries out in ecstasy for him, he regrets what he did.
However, this isn’t the first time. It’s always this way with her. Partaking in her love will always be a bittersweet thing.
“J-just go! Okay!” he tells her as she tries to console him with the sensing of his distraught energy.
She attempts to put her hand on his shoulder, one more time as he sits with his back turned to her and still naked, on the ground.
He puts up his hand as if telling her ‘stop.’
“Aaeana. It’s nothing personal. I’m warning you,” he tells her while attempting to keep his voice as unemotional as possible.
After a moment of silence, he finally hears her feet padding away before he hears a whooshing sound which reveals that she vanished with her magic.
As soon as she’s gone, he folds his head with his folded arms supported by his knees before he bursts into angry, anguish consumed tears.
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