Page 28 of Dark Fey Captive

First, learn the female’s favorite form of affection—which was difficult to do when we couldn’t ask them directly. We could only try the different forms and observe what the female responded to best. Unfortunately, so far, Arena did not seem to like touch as her form of affection.

My hopes of licking her pussy while she read books withered. But I knew better than to let my despair show. It would break one of the most important rules to winning a female’s heart: never show the female your desperation. Females did not like desperate males.

Did Arena know how desperate I was for her touch? Was that why she had tensed? Or had she simply realized she was allowing me to hold her?

She sniffed and cleared her throat.

“I’m okay now,” she said. “Let’s look through the clothes and see if we can find anything useful.”

She sounded less sad, but was this one of those times where humans did not say what they meant?

“What if you start to cry again?” I asked, hesitant to release her.

She pulled back enough to look up at me, her lashes wet.

“I won’t anymore. I promise.”

No fear showed in her gaze.

She made a sad face as I studied her. Not a true sad face, but the face females used when they felt playful and wanted something from their males.

Heat flooded me.

“Please let me look for socks at least,” she said, pitching her voice higher…softer. “My feet are getting cold.”

She trailed her hands up my chest, stealing my breath.

“Please?” she said softly, making my knees weak.

I lifted my hands to her face, wiping away the wet tear trails, then leaned in to kiss where they had been. She held still. Not tense, but patient. waiting. Allowing my touch.

Hope bloomed again, and I kissed her eyelids.

When I pulled back, she opened her eyes, silently pleading with me.

If she asked for it, I would rip out my heart and hand it to her.

“Check for clothes quickly,” I said, my voice rough as I released her.

She smiled happily and hurried over to the open suitcase. I watched her dig through the pile of clothing and pull out a pair of soft pink pants with darker pink bows printed on them. She bent at the waist, and I shifted my weight to better appreciate the view. Her lips parted, revealing a prettier shade of pink that glistened beckoningly.

I breathed in deeply, trying to smell her, forgetting where we were. The scent of death filled my nose. Cringing, I stopped trying to breathe her in and simply enjoyed the gift she was giving me. Too soon, she had the pants up around her waist.

She returned to the suitcase, digging out socks that were not clean, and a warmer top that did not hug her pretty breasts like the shirt I found for her. The new top hung on her, loose and concealing, just the way human females liked.

I frowned at the clothes…until her digging revealed a bra.

It was not the kind meant to conceal. It was bright pink and had more strings than material. The material was very see-through and wouldn’t hide Arena’s pretty breasts.

My cock twitched at the thought of her wearing it.

She put it back into the suitcase and shut the lid. At first, I thought she meant to leave it behind. Then she grabbed the suitcase’s handle.

I took it from her.

She gave me a hurt look.

Did she think I was stopping her? Never. I wanted her to wear the bra.