Page 38 of Unravel Me

Am I so blind that I completely missed a hidden door? Unless the entity was here the whole time, lurking in some dark corner… perhaps invisible.

What the hell is going on here? My poor head. I'm honestly starting to think something's seriously wrong with it.

The green being is carrying another mug of shake.

The moment I see him, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, making sure there's no room for misunderstanding.

"The strongest part of my heat is starting."

Once again, I accept the mug from his hands and begin drinking. Questions crowd the tip of my tongue. I desperately want to know the truth about, well, everything, but then I realize it wouldn't really change my situation and could only potentially antagonize the fae.

I just have to survive this heat. Not play twenty questions.

I finish the shake and hand the mug back to him.

He disappears into the pantry for a moment, then comes back again. He stops beside the bed and looks at me, and I know exactly what he's asking without a single word.

Whether I need him right now.

Ah… I shake off all those swirling questions and return to the present. Smiling to myself, I pat the mattress.

"Will you lie down?"

The fae does as I ask, and I decide to take a little initiative again. Hopefully, I’m getting better at this. It's hard to make out his expression through that golden haze, but I have the feeling he's in a pretty good mood. I get onto all fours and slowly crawl toward him. Of course, his green cock is already standing at nearly full attention, ready for action, but I decide to give it a little extra help…

I'm curious what a magical creature's cock tastes like, so I lean down, my long hair spilling around his body like a curtain of gold. His hand slips into my soft waves, gently winding a few strands around his fingers, while his other hand brushes my cheek, his thumb lightly tracing the shape of my lips. Alphas have always been obsessed with my lips.

They're not only full but, if I may say so myself, they have a naturally sweet, slightly pouty shape, and I can clearly see that same fascination in the way his gaze lingers on them.

Keeping my eyes on his, I close my lips around the head of his cock. I feel him stiffen even more at once, and the fae lets out a quiet breath. I know how to give a good blowjob. Mark sometimes preferred quick head instead of full-on sex, so I learned to do it efficiently.

His taste doesn't disappoint. It's clean and fresh, like the scent of the mountain forest itself. I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, working him as deeply into my throat as I can. His size makes it impossible to take all of him, of course, but I keep going, determined to take as much of him as I can.

As it turns out, I don't have to work nearly as hard as I expected. The fae gently tightens his fingers in my hair. I immediately understand what he's trying to tell me, so I raise a thumb to let him know I'm okay and that he can proceed. I feel his hips lift ever so slightly, his balls draw up, and a heartbeat later my mouth fills with an incredibly sweet mint flavor.

Wow… what the fuck?

This doesn't taste like normal cum. It's wonderful! How is that even possible? Is magical-creature jizz always this good, or is there something else behind it? I've heard that True Mates find each other's cum unbelievably delicious, that it's one of the signs, but I don't know if that applies to forest entities. Maybe all magical beings simply taste this yummy by default. Honestly, that seems just as likely.

"Wow… you taste good," I murmur, licking my lips.

The fae makes a small gesture that I understand immediately. He points at me, then gives me a thumbs-up. I just know he's trying to tell me I taste good too.

The next gesture is a little less obvious. He points at me again, then at his cock, moving it in a few small motions that I can't immediately interpret. He's clearly not asking for a second blowjob. Then it dawns on me. He's encouraging me to straddle him and ride him.

Wow… well, that's a bold request.

Sex is obviously nothing new to this fae.

Well… why not? I rarely did things like that, taking an active role was the last thing that ever interested me. But here… I'm somewhere else entirely. With him, it's just easier for me to relax.

Wearing a slightly uncertain expression, I swing one leg over his thigh and move closer to his steel-hard cock.

It's interesting that it hasn't gone soft. It looks like the fae is… in rut! Without a rut, it'd be hard to keep up the pace an omega in heat needs.

Although I need to remember he's magical, so the same rules that apply to ordinary alphas simply may not apply to him. The guy glows! If he's got enough mystical energy to do that, why wouldn't he have enough to keep his cock hard the whole time? Duh.

Biting my lower lip, I straddle his hips, but it's not easy. His cock is seriously long, so I have to hike my hips up really high. The green being seems to sense my struggle because he slides a couple of pillows under my knees to make it easier. I grab his hot shaft and start lowering myself onto it, slow and steady. Damn, why didn't I think of this sooner? The stretch feels incredible. It takes some effort, but like I said, modeling keeps me disciplined with my workouts, and it's paying off now.