Page 51 of Dark Fey Captive

“Oh.” She looked down at the cans again. “We don’t have any of those, but this one has meat in it.”

She held up a can that I knew had red sauce too.

“You can pick whatever kind of food you want. I will get more for us tomorrow.”

She searched through the drawers, found the can opener, and then heated the contents on the stove.

“If you like fish, I know several great fishing spots,” she said. “And how to dry fish, if you’re interested.”

“Do you like fish?”

A rueful smile tugged at her mouth.

“When you live this close to the water, it’s a typical food source. While I’m glad I’m not going hungry like some people are, I wouldn’t mind some variety. Eating fish for every meal every day gets old after a while. If I could eat something else, I’d rather do that.”

“You know people who are going hungry?”

She shrugged and faced the stove again.

“What about you? Do you know a lot of people?” she asked.

“Yes. There are many people living in the community I came from.”

“Really? I haven’t heard of any big communities.”

“There are almost one thousand of us now, split into three different communities.”

She stopped stirring and turned slowly, her expression showing her disbelief as she studied me for a long moment.

“One thousand fey, or does that include human survivors too?” she asked finally.

“Human survivors, too,” I said.

Mya, the first human female to mate with a fey, had warned us not to tell humans how many of my brothers there were. Humans feared us. If they knew our numbers, they might be tempted to start a war, and she did not wish to see more humans die when so few remained.

Arena was quiet for a very long time. “Am I really the first human you’ve been with?”

“Yes,” I said adamantly. “I promise I have not been with any other females.”

Was she jealous? My chest ached with hope.

“Not even a fey female?” she asked.

“There are no fey females.”

“So you’ve never done anything before me? No blow jobs? No sex?”

I don’t want to share you…I want you to myself.

My heart thumped at the memory of her words, and I tried to find a way to reassure her that I would never want another female now that I had found her.

“You are the first female to look at me…to want to taste me.” My cock twitched in emphasis. “And yours is the first pussy I have ever seen. It is so pretty. I never want to see another one. Just yours.”

Her cheeks flushed. Worried it was in anger because females did not think their pussy’s were pretty, I hurried to add a different compliment. “It tastes good too. Can I lick it while you eat dinner?”

She stared at me, staying quiet for a very long time again, and the color in her face grew brighter.

“I’m not ready for that yet.”