AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The Winter fae females Fleur gathered for the season emerge from under the table as if crawling from beneath the coral reefs I now realize the table and the food on it resemble. They’re wearing their colorful hair in extravagant hairdos with bold makeup. Loose and seductive clothing, completely out of place in the Winter Court, stuns the crowds. But nobody is complaining.
I don’t believe any of the males are even breathing.
Something wiggles on the empty dais at the opposite end of the room.
Fleur is on her belly, crawling over the dais. When she reaches the steps, instead of rising and walking the rest of the way, she swings her legs over the steps. People gasp as she displays a long, pale blue skirt that traps her legs and ends in an extravagant fishtail.
“Is it real?” someone asks.
It’s not. I’ve seen Fleur as a siren. This is just a dress and a performance, a way for her to entertain people. The fishtail matches the pale blue dye in her hair. Her eyes, like a pair of beacons, shine so brightly, one cannot possibly look away.
“You might’ve heard…” she says, and hearing her voice draws up my balls, stiffens my dick as if she ordered it to stand up, “that a certain notturno calls me a siren.”
The females chuckle.
Males? They don’t find the siren joke as funny. I’m not the only one she can arouse just by talking.
Male mating scents penetrate my nose. Every male here is hard and wants to fuck, and I’m not sure how they’re staying away. The instinct to grab her and fuck her into the floor is so strong that I’m forced to look away.
“It gave me the idea for a dinner under the sea. Welcome,” she purrs, and sweeps a hand toward the table.
I don’t eat, so I stay in the shadows, glaring at her from all the way across the vast space.
She’s wearing seashells over each nipple. My eyes drop to her voluptuous breasts, and she shimmies her shoulders, making her breasts sway.
“Aren’t you hungry, General?”
27
FLEUR
“Aren’t you hungry, General?” I whispered for his ears only, even though everyone in the dining hall could hear me. Heads turn toward the veil of the shadows, and moments pass as we all expect the general I called to answer me. When he doesn’t, I feel heat rise up my cheeks, and I try to squash it before it shows, but I can’t because I’m embarrassed I put myself out here on display for him, only to be rejected.
I’d like nothing more than to stomp out of here and find a nice corner to cry in, but that’s a luxury afforded to females who are not princesses. A princess never makes a scene.
A princess holds her own against all foes. Especially foreign ones.
Besides, I’m wearing a full fishtail that traps my legs. Even if I wanted to stomp away, I couldn’t.
The whispers start, and I swallow past the tears.
I worked for spans and nights, brought in people from all over the world to ensure the Winter Court would have the loveliest season, and all I asked for was a bit of attention from the male who brought me here in the first place.
My eyes cloud, and I blink, hoping it will chase away the tears, but then my chest starts to feel hollow and my breathing gets heavier, and I might just lose it out here.
I bend my legs at the knee and turn as if to wiggle my way across the dais, totally and utterly humiliated, when the whispering stops. The shadows rise in the air and form a flock of bats that fly toward me. When they reach the dais, they explode into hissing shadows, and I, along with everyone else, scream, truly afraid.
Then I scent him before I feel his arms come around me and lift me, one arm under my knees.
Nottuza materializes with me in his arms. I fling my arms around his neck, smiling as if we planned this ordeal. People start clapping, thrilled with the show I’m certain he didn’t want to put on for them. To him, they’re just subjects, pawns to move around on his way to whatever power he seeks, but to me, they’re peers I depend on for company in this beautiful journey we call life.
“What now?” he asks under his breath.
“Now we dine.”
“You know damn well I don’t eat.”
“Yet you ate me out.”
