Lucifer And The Fairy

What the fuck was she talking about? My confused brain slowly started to clear, and hurt got run over by anger at her remark; although unguarded, it pissed me off. Too many things were wrong with this situation; I'm sure any red-blooded male would jump at the chance to be where I was right about now. Me, I was just pissed, and the more Lilac sought to enjoy herself using me as nothing more than a living vibrator, the more pissed I got.

Lilac, still blissfully unaware that I was watching her closely, continued to ride me; her juices now formed a damp patch between us, and every time she hit bottom, a wet slapping sound could be heard. I was amazed that even as angry as I was with all this, I was still like an iron rod inside her. Was I attracted to her? Hell yes. Was I going to take being subservient to a woman I had just met? Hell no.

She shuddered and gently moaned. Her climax was close now. I figure it was just about then I lost it. My folks didn't raise any fool, and it didn't take Einstein to work out what would happen if I let this slide. The second her vaginal muscles relaxed, ready to welcome her orgasm, I put my hands under her arms and lifted her off; Lilacs's eyes shot open, surprised, and then panicked when she saw the look on my face.

Twisting, so she had to reach out to balance herself, she ended up on all fours beside me, which was all I needed. Grabbing as much of her hair as I could, I held on and forcing myself back into her from behind, thrusting as hard as I could and unashamedly using her hair as leverage. I just kept fucking her harder and harder. Her body gave her away, and any chance she had of changing the situation, her own body overrode in favor of the pleasure it was receiving.

Lilac came so hard I swear even the moon took a step back in amazement. Just as pissed now as I was then, I still kept at her, even taking the opportunity of slapping her ass to vent that frustration as well, which pushed Lilac over the edge again. If the first orgasm wasn't enough, her whole body turned in on her; she screamed, bucked, and came all over the place, from the waist down, I was one big puddle. That experience pushed me over the edge, and I came deep inside her.

Letting go of her hair allowed her to lurch forward onto her arms, panting for breath. Her orgasm had beaten her to a pulp, and judging from the state of her body as it twitched. She moaned before slumping sideways to the ground, my cock leaving her to the sound of her panting and a soft plop, mixed cum leaked out of her at an extraordinary rate. My anger had abated now to the realization of what I had done to Lilac, who was still my guest. Even when I looked back over the last few minutes, I knew there was no right or wrong.

What had happened had happened, and it would take time for both of us to get our heads around it; even with one of those few moments of clarity, it still didn't stop me leaning down to her head; she watched me as I leaned in close, to spent to stop me, her eyes took on an uncertain look.

"There is no you, Lilac, just as there is no me. It's us or nothing, equal Lilac I'm subservient to no one ever."

Lifting her into my arms, I carried inside and into bed, both of us smelling of sex and feeling wonderful because of it. She was asleep as soon as I placed my arm around her. It was still dark when I felt her return to bed from the toilet; she crawled on all fours right across the bed; now, within inches of my face, she noticed me watching her and kissed me.

"Can we join again, please?"

"No, Lilac, we can have sex, make love, or you can come back to bed to sleep; those are your options."

"Then please make love to me."

We did for an hour before both of us were too sore to do much else but pull the soaked sheets off the bed and huddle on a rug in front of the fire for the rest of the night. That evening changed so much between us; Lilac's defensive nature calmed around me. She still tormented me with that body of hers. She took every opportunity she could to be naked or wear as few clothes as possible.

Thankfully the sex became less aggressive as the days and nights went by, and I was beginning to suspect it couldn't be called sex between us anymore; tenderness had crept in, that deep-seated need to look after each other wants and needs, and every moment I spent with her opened new chapters in my life. It crept up on me, and I didn't realize it until she had my heart.

In less than a week, I had fallen in love with a woman I knew nothing about other than what we both knew about her. On the occasions I managed to get clothes on her, we explored; she was very knowledgeable about the plant and animal life on the mountain. I was starting to suspect she was a local, so when we did manage to get into town, there was a good chance someone would know who she was. That thought alone scared and excited me at the same time.

~

It was earlier than usual for me to be up. I didn't have it in me to wake Lilac, so I left her to sleep, only grabbing a coffee and heading out onto the porch; the sun had just started to rise I got a full view of it. Hearing the now-familiar footsteps of Freddy came around the corner of the cabin.

"Morning Freddy, it's been a while. Boy, have I got some things to tell you."

Freddy smiled that smile of his, but I could see in his eyes, he was desperately exhausted and anxious about something. As he sat, I got up and made him a drink; Freddy managed to sigh a thank you and sat back down and waited. When he was ready, he would either tell me why he looked so worried or not.

"So what's this news you have to tell me?"

Typical Freddy, so I sat and recounted the details of my trip to town and then the rain, the loss of my truck and bridge, and on to the mystery woman and our week together, leaving out details a gentleman wouldn't share with anyone. Freddy just sat and listened, his drink now set down on the porch so he could concentrate fully on my story.

"Are you keeping her prisoner Lucifer?"

There was a tone in his voice, almost a veiled threat on the answer's outcome to his question. Glaring at him and with as much patience as I could muster, I again explained, filling in the details from the time I heard Lilac scream to me rescuing her from the falling branch and even going back to the tree the next morning in search of any form of identification. Freddy relaxed again into his seat, picked up his drink, and contemplated it for a while.

"Describe this woman to me, Freddy. Perhaps I may know her."

I did as he asked and watched as his hands clenched the cup so tightly. I'm not sure he even noticed I had stopped talking; we both jumped when the mug in his grasp shattered, spilling what was left of the contents onto his lap. The cabin door creaked, and we both looked up. Lilac stood in the doorway, watching Freddy intently.

"You're the famous Lilac I've been hearing so much about."

Lilac walked over to me and sat on my lap, wrapping her arm around my shoulder, not once taking her eyes off of Freddy.

"You seem familiar, do I know you?"

Freddy smiled that disarming smile of his and slowly stood holding out his hand; Lilac just looked. She wouldn't touch him, just tried so hard to push more of herself into me, desperately seeking complete contact, and I suspect the feeling of safety. Eventually, he shrugged and looked at me.

"Well, Lucifer, I have to go, it's nice to have met you, Lilac."

The intense look Lilac gave him sent a shiver down my spine. She watched him until he was out of sight and then seemed to dismiss him from her thoughts. We spent the rest of the day on the porch and in the cabin. Lilac's reluctance to go further than the edge of the clearing was out of character for her. Even my efforts to bring her out of her mood failed. Freddy had become a distraction to her now, and she clung to me for security, leaving me to wonder what was going on around here.

~

Even as I woke, there seemed to be something wrong, a sense of foreboding perhaps, I'm not sure myself. It was there almost tangible, almost as if I could reach out and hold it in my hands. Somehow today wasn't going to be a good day. Lilac was still asleep, so I left her alone and, now armed with my morning coffee, ventured out onto the porch. Freddy was already sat in his seat waiting; as I said, today was going to be one of those days.

"Sit down, Lucifer, we need to talk."

It took Freddy a few moments to collect his thoughts; since he was here and so early, he wanted to start this conversation, and who was I to interrupt. Finally, with one more look towards the clearing, he took a deep breath, and as word followed word, he set about destroying my happiness. For an hour, he talked, and I listened. When I was old enough to understand the game, my father taught me poker. He taught me to watch for telltale signs when people were bluffing. A bodily movement even as tiny as an index finger moving as they spoke would indicate that they were lying. None of these came from Freddy.

He just sat and told me everything he thought I should know, and when he finished, he sat back in his chair and waited. Now I knew the secret curse of the Lucifer's, in a futile attempt to stave off the inevitable, I asked for proof. Freddy gave it to me by showing me himself; there seemed little point in any further conversation after that, but we still had Lilac to consider. It was on my insistence that I will be present when he told her everything.

"I know you care for her, Lucifer, but she has the right to know who and what she is. Those are her real memories, not the ones that have filled her head this past week. What you have now with her isn't natural. It flies against all our laws."

Had it been anyone but Freddy, I would have regarded that as an insult; the sting was still there, but throughout the morning, he had been frank with me, and although it hurt, deep down, I knew he was trying his best to cushion the blow of what had to be done, nodding my head I agreed with him. We both heard Lilac just before she emerged from the cabin. Her padding feet faltered when she sees Freddy and seemed to give him a wide birth as she came and sat on my lap.

"Lilac, I need you to listen to Freddy for a moment. He has something he needs to tell you, and you must hear it."

Instinctively her body seemed to stiffen slightly, almost bracing itself for the bad news; wrapping her arms around my neck, she looked over to Freddy, who seemed to wince at her stare.

"My folk has traditions, so steeped in history that you may as well say their cast in stone. From time to time, there is one of us chosen to be the Queen's Bodyguard. This in itself is a high honor. To be this close to our Queen and daily is unheard of from anyone but her bodyguard."

Freddy again looked at Lilac, a look of sadness; he knew that what he was saying meant nothing to her. Freddy may as well have been telling a child a bedtime story. Lilac simply hadn't connected the dots yet.

"There is one of us. She is the bravest of us. Her courage knows no bounds, our Queen selected her to be her bodyguard, this one fairy was our Queens Bodyguard for many years, our Queen looked on her as the only true friend she could ever have."

Freddy noticed. First, I said nothing, just watched and waited. Lilac's cheeks went red. Her eyes took on a distance look. Suddenly she shook her head and went back to listening to Freddy recount his tale, the thought that had attempted to shake her memory had now evaporated.

"One day, our Queen gave to her favorite bodyguard a gift, it was a wish, it was said that the bodyguard simply shrugged her shoulders, not even thinking of a wish that our Queen could ever grant her that she didn't already have."

"But to refuse such a gift from our Queen would be the worst insult, so she asked for a full day to roam the mountain without having to hunt for food or do any of her normal duties."

I felt Lilac's body tense. She sat bolt upright, her eyes took on such a distant look, her body began to tremble, and then a terrible fear gripped her as she clung onto me so tight.

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