"So we are getting married as soon as possible, no?"
"...Titania, wanna have sex...?"
"..."
"..."
Everywhere was silent and still as I asked the queen such a bold question.
The room seed to hold its breath with us—no distant flutter of pixie wings, no soft chi from the crystal fixtures high above, just the faint rustle of Titania’s frilly dress against the sheets and the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.
"...Sex... with ...?"
Titania’s face flushed instantly, the color blooming across her cheeks in a deep, rosy wave that spread all the way to the tips of her slightly pointed ears.
She began to fidget; small, restless movents that only made her look even more unbearably cute.
Her fingers twisted the edge of my shirt where she still gripped it, knuckles whitening then relaxing in quick little pulses.
Her big violet eyes darted everywhere except my face—down to the bedspread, up to the canopy of vines overhead, then sideways to the scattered plushies on the pillows—before flicking back to for the briefest second and away again.
She shifted her weight from one knee to the other where she sat between my legs, thighs pressing together tightly as though trying to hide how much the question had rattled her.
A tiny, involuntary whimper escaped her throat, barely audible, and she bit her lower lip hard enough that it turned paler for a mont before the blood rushed back in.
Her silver lashes fluttered rapidly, like butterfly wings caught in a breeze, and her whole body gave a small, adorable tremble that ran from her shoulders down to her toes.
Damn, I didn’t know how else to derail the conversation away from that sudden wedding plan, and I went and blurted out sothing weird instead.
"Y-Yeah..." I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady even though my pulse was racing. "It’s canon already, that if I want to know my partner we engage intimately... that we get close in every way possible, body and mind..."
"Hm... You’re not just being depraved...?" she asked innocently, her voice small and uncertain, head tilting slightly to one side as she finally managed to hold my gaze for longer than a heartbeat.
Those big, luminous violet eyes looked up at with pure, unguarded curiosity mixed with a touch of nervousness, lashes still trembling at the edges.
And wait, seriously, Titania had softened up to to a great degree.
The walls she’d kept up for who-knows-how-long were crumbling right in front of —fidgeting like this, looking up at with those enormous, trusting eyes, cheeks flushed and lips parted just a fraction.
She looked so vulnerable and sweet it almost hurt to watch.
Ah, then if that’s the case, why don’t I just take the lead?
She seems innocent sohow; kinda fragile in a way that made my chest tighten.
"Depraved?" I giggled softly, the sound coming out more breathless than I intended.
I reached out and gently held her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her face up so she couldn’t hide again. "You are looking like the cutest bundle in the world right now, so maybe I am... But we’re basically engaged now, aren’t we?"
I brought my face forward slowly, deliberately, letting my lips brush the delicate skin of her neck.
She arched her back a little at the contact, a tiny gasp slipping out as her head tipped back instinctively, exposing more of her throat.
My hands traveled down her back—fingers trailing over the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress—until they reached lower and softly cupped her ass underneath the frilly layers.
The flesh was warm, plush, yielding under my palms, and she adorably squeaked, with a high, startled little sound that made my blood rush hotter.
"Or you don’t want it?" I raised a brow, pulling back just enough to see her expression.
"N-No... It’s not like I don’t want..." Her grip on my shirt tightened a little more, with her knuckles brushing my chest as she swallowed hard.
Then she nodded once, small but certain. "Mhm. I want to be with Benjamin. I want... to be close to you."
Good...
It was actually a bit scary how she got coy all of a sudden; so shy and open, so trusting.
Or maybe she’d always been like this underneath everything, but she’d spent centuries putting up walls between herself and people, building them higher and higher? To avoid getting hurt again?
Well, she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.
Maybe due to my own lonely life on Earth—years of keeping people at arm’s length, and never quite letting anyone in—I couldn’t help but want to shower love and attention on lonely and isolated folks like her.
To hold them close, to make sure they never felt that emptiness again.
I gently held her face with both hands, thumbs brushing over the lingering tear tracks on her cheeks, and brought it to my mouth.
And we kissed.
Our lips t and smashed together, starting soft, but then deeper with desire.
I slid my tongue inside, rolling and searching inside her own mouth, tasting every corner.
Ah... All the fairies I have kissed tasted sweet in their own way... But Titania tasted like sothing I couldn’t comprehend.
Calling it "sweet" would be undermining it completely.
It felt like warm honey laced with milk, like biting into the ripest fruit that had been kissed by sunlight for a thousand sumrs.
If I took a chunk out of her, she’d taste devastatingly good, I bet.
But no, I have to watch out against cannibalism. Haha.
Anyway, the sweetness of her mouth made it really difficult to want to stop licking her, to stop chasing that flavor with every slow sweep of my tongue.
And surprisingly, she was also good with kisses. Exceptionally good. It was almost, like she practiced every day or sothing.
Her small tongue wrapped around mine with confident little tugs, pulling deeper before pushing back into my mouth, licking the roof and the base in long, languid strokes that reminded of a sluggish serpent uncoiling.
I was going to die from ecstasy; my whole body lighting up, every nerve singing under the slow, deliberate way she explored back.
Ah, now that I think about it, she had a lover before...
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