Page 17 of Dark Fey Captive

Human men?

I gritted my teeth, hating whatever demons had followed her into her dreams, and rubbed her back.

“You are safe,” I said softly.

She let out a long exhale and nuzzled my chest.

Had there ever been any female cuter than mine?

Unlikely.

I would give anything to know what she feared about me so I could fix it. I wanted her to want to be mine. To choose me. I wanted to keep her. To care for her.

My knowledge of how to care for a female was extensive.

They liked being warm.

They got angry when hungry and affectionate when fed something they liked. Sometimes so affectionate they liked to suck on their male’s cock.

They hurt before their pussies bled, which was frequently. Most liked breast massages then, but not all. I was certain that Arena was not one of the exceptions. She had relaxed more when I started rubbing her back more firmly. I hoped that meant she would like breast massages before her period, too.

Their pussies needed extra care. Petting and soft touches before sex. Long, hot baths after the first four hours, and sometimes ice packs. It was safer to alternate between using a cock and a tongue so their pussies wouldn’t tire too soon.

I hoped she was one of the females who would ask me to use my tongue on her while she did other things. I could taste her while she was eating…reading…sleeping.

My cock jerked, and I quickly shifted my thoughts to what else I knew.

The secret to winning a female was to capture her heart. To do that, I needed to discover her favorite form of affection.

Some females liked hearing how good they were, but not like I would praise any of my brothers. Females did not care about being strong or powerful. They liked to know if their hair or eyes were pleasing to look at, but never their soft and puffy stomachs. That did not work well for Belak. The female had cried and had not spoken to him again.

Other females liked going for walks and talking about what they did or learned that day. Those females were harder to please. They craved companionship, but never from one of us. Others liked help doing things. But specific things, and they never said what those things were.

I did not like guessing. Guessing often made females cry.

My gut clenched uncomfortably at the thought of making Arena cry.

I preferred females who said what they wanted.

Most females were like that. They would ask for things, like food, supplies, and pretty clothes.

I frowned, hoping Arena was not a female who wanted pretty clothes, torn between wanting to please her and not wanting her to cover herself.

It would be better if she liked being touched. I would give anything for a female who wanted me to touch her all the time. Touch females liked to be carried and cuddled. Even when they did not want sex, they stayed close.

If Arena’s favorite form of affection were touch, I would need to be careful, though. Every female seemed to have a sacred no-touch place that they reacted to very badly. Idos was helping a female who lost a shoe and touched her toes. She kicked him in the face and was very angry. While shoveling cow dung, Eljek accidentally got some on a female’s face. He had brushed it off with his palm, and the female slapped him so hard she hurt her wrist. He avoided females now, worried he would cause another injury.

Thankfully, no female seemed to mind their pussy being touched.

Yet.

Smoothing my hand down Arena’s back, I hoped she was not an exception to that.

What females loved more than anything was each other. Not sexually—although one of my brothers was living with two females who preferred to lick each other’s pussies. Most females simply liked being together. Not necessarily in the same house, but close to one another. They liked other female company. Talking. Laughing. Doing things together.

If I wanted to please Arena and win her heart, I needed to help her find her companions. While helping her, maybe I would learn what kind of affection she liked.

Lost in thought as I considered the possibilities, I closed my eyes and ran my hand down Arena’s back.