Chapter 3: New Life
“Good evening.” Lysandra said as I sat down in the seat next to her. “I thought it was time we got out and had some fun.”
“Good evening Lysandra. I hope I don’t disappoint you.” I said as I looked her over.
If I looked beautiful, she looked ethereal by comparison. While my dress hugged my body, hers looked like it had been painted on her body. Hers was a white, backless dress with a low cut sweetheart neckline, accentuating her cleavage. Where my jewelry would pay for four years of college, hers, which looked to be mostly platinum and diamonds, would likely buy the college.
“You look lovely and will do fine, my dear. I’m sure Lyssa made it seem more important than it really is. We are just going out to dance and so I can talk with some of my court. While you should still keep in mind everything you’ve learned, the danger here is minimal.” She said.
The car pulled out of the garage, and it surprised me to see a busy city street instead of the country road I was expecting out the window.
“How the hell?” I gasped, my jaw dropping.
“Like I said before, we tend not to use mortal transportation. One benefit of magic is it makes travel so much easier.” Lysandra said with a chuckle.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“Berlin. One of my cousins owns part of it. It is one of her venues we will spend the evening in.”
“You and Lyssa both mentioned dancing? I never learned formal ballroom dancing.” I said as I watched the traffic blur by outside the car.
“I’m sure I can get you a tutor for that if you’d like to learn, but that won’t be an issue tonight.” She said with a smile.
The car pulled to a stop ten minutes later, and a doorman for the building we parked in front of opened my door.
I climbed out of the car and held my hand out for Lysandra. She took it in hers, and I felt a strange fluttering in my stomach. She stepped out of the limo, looking like a star about to walk down the red carpet.
She patted a nonexistent wrinkle in her dress before putting her arm through mine. Our heights were close enough that it wasn’t too awkward, but she had a few inches on me.
The doorman opened the door to the building for us and bowed as we passed. I wasn’t sure what to expect for tonight, but a nightclub was not even on the list of possibilities.
It was nicer than most night clubs I had been to. Not nearly as crowded, and the ever present fog of body spray that imbued every night club on the planet was missing, but aside from that, it was definitely a club. I didn’t recognize the song that was playing, but it wouldn’t have been out-of-place back in phoenix. They had a DJ at one end of the room putting on a show. I couldn’t quite make her out, but she was dancing to the music as she worked at her mixer.
The center of the room was a large dance floor, with a couple dozen people dancing and grinding. There were tables and booths surrounding the dance floor. Stairs led up to what looked like private rooms overlooking the dance floor.
Lysandra headed for the stairs up to the second floor. A fae guard opened the door to one of the private rooms and we went in. Wrapping around the room on either side of the door was a leather couch, and on the far wall was a floor to ceiling window overlooking the dance floor. Once we shut the door, the music became muffled down to background noise.
“Ah cousin, it is lovely to see you again,” Lysandra said as she greeted the woman sitting on one side of the booth.
She took us to the other side to sit down across the table from her cousin.
“And it is lovely to see you as well, Lysandra.” The woman said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Who is your companion?”
Lysandra placed her hand on my thigh as she introduced me.
“This is Riley. She has recently come under my protection. I found her being hauled off by a Fomorian, in Phoenix, of all places.” She said as she squeezed my thigh. “Riley, this is my cousin Averis.”
I felt my heart race slightly as shivers ran up my leg from her touch.
“Pleasure to meet you.” I breathed.
“Really?” Averis said, her eyes lighting up. “What did a Fomorian want with her?”
“I didn’t stop to ask it.” Lysandra said.
I looked down over the dance floor as they talked. Most of what they were talking about made little sense to me, but I stored away any names I heard. From time to time, Lysandra stroked my thigh, but she never removed her hand from it. I tried to focus on the music, and what was being said, trying to ignore the feelings her touch was bringing forth.
The song changed to one I thought I recognized. There were no vocals I could hear, but it had a distinctive bass line. I racked my brain trying to put a name to it, but came up blank. The dance floor had over a dozen couples, and even a couple of trios dancing on it.
One trio in particular caught my eye. Two women and one man. They all looked to be early twenties, but over the past week I’d learned just how deceptive looks could be. The center of the group was the shorter of the two women. All three were dancing together, but as I watched, I noticed a pattern in their movements.
The taller woman and the man were competing for the shorter woman’s attention. As they danced and ground against each other, they would each try to impress her and get her to focus on them, and once she focused on one, the other would try to steal her back.
I lost myself in their movements and the beat of the music. The song changed from time to time, but the dancing never stopped, never slowed. The passion and intensity of their movements remained. I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I watched them.
Lysandra’s hand patting my thigh drew me out of my daze.
“Careful not to get too focused, Riley. Young as they are, when a Sidhe's passions flow like theirs is, it can be like a drug to humans.” Lysandra said. “If you are going to lose yourself to anyone, I want it to be me.”
The fog was clearing from my mind as she spoke. Before I could process what Lysandra said, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
“Dance with me.” She said, as she lead me out of the room, not letting go of my hand.
On the ride here, the thought of dancing made me nervous. The thought of dancing with Lysandra made me anxious. Now, I longed for nothing more than her attention to be fixed on me, just like those Sidhe on the dance floor were fixated on each other.
Lysandra held my hand as she led me downstairs to the dance floor. As we stepped onto the dance floor, a space cleared around us. I looked around at the other dancers, but they all seemed to be focused on things other than us.
I yelped as Lysandra pulled me in and placed her other hand on my hip. She leaned in; her face is close to mine. Suddenly, I smelled a musky, spicy scent that reminded me of cozy nights in front of the fire at home.
“Try to relax and enjoy yourself.” She whispered into my ear, her face right next to mine. “I intend to.”
The song changed again, to something slower, more sensual.
Slowly, we circled each other, swaying with the music, my heart pounding, my mouth gone dry as I looked into her eyes. Her hands explored my body as we danced. She turned me in her arms so I was facing away from her.
Her body pressed up against mine, her hands grabbed me by my hips and held me there as she swayed against me.
She turned me to face her again. My eyes went wide as I saw the focus in hers. She pulled me in, my body pressing up against hers. She had one hand on my hip, the other on the back of my neck. We continued to turn on the spot as she pulled my face closer. Only a fraction of an inch separated our faces as I ran my hands up her back. I gasped when she tightened her grip on me and pressed her mouth to mine.
All thoughts fled my mind as her tongue parted my lips and sought mine. I dug my fingers into her back as I lost myself in the passion of her, in the power of her kiss, in the taste of her lips. She sucked the breath out of me, and when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she gave me her breath.
It seemed like both an instant and an eternity later that she pulled away from me putting some space between us. I saw confusion in her eyes, and something else I couldn’t quite place.
We continued dancing, and the music changed to something faster. Instead of the slow sensual dancing we had been doing, we let go of each other and danced in ways I was more familiar with, with occasional touches, swaying and grinding.
The sun was coming up when we finally left the club, our limousine waiting for us right where it dropped us off.
I followed Lysandra into the back of the car, and pressed myself up against her as we sat down. I placed my hand on her thigh, caressing it until she reached down and took it in hers.
The ride home was as quick as the ride here. The Fae didn’t seem to care about laws, mortal, or of physics. What should have taken about a day by road and ferry, took less than half an hour the ways we went. Neither of us spoke for the journey.
When we climbed out of the car, she continued to hold my hand as we climbed the stairs back into her estate.
When we got to the intersection of hallways where we would split, my room down one way, and hers the other, she paused for a moment, as if lost in thought.
After a minute, she turned towards her room and set off, not letting go of my hand.
Once the door to her room shut, she turned to face me. I swallowed as I watched her, unsure of what to say.
I never failed to be awed by her supreme beauty. In a room full of supermodels, she would stand out like a rose in the middle of a dead field. Standing just over six feet tall, she possessed a flawless figure. Her emerald green hair cascaded down her back in mesmerizing waves. Her captivating cerulean blue eyes held depths of untold secrets, contrasting against flawlessly smooth skin that seemed almost otherworldly.
“I want you Aria,” she said as she slipped her dress off and let it fall to the floor.
It was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping as I looked her up and down. Her breasts were as flawless as the rest of her. Perfectly formed, with perky little rosebud nipples providing a splash of color on the alabaster fields of her breasts.
My gaze dropped, and it surprised me to see a patch of emerald green hair on her mound. I knew she wasn’t human, and I was coming to accept, but it didn’t really sink in until now.
“You can say no, but I hope you won’t.” She said as she climbed into her bed.
With all her power, age, and knowledge, she suddenly looked somehow shy, as if afraid I would reject her. A small voice in the back of my head told me to run, but the pounding of my heart and the memory of the taste of her lips drowned it out.
I could feel my entire body flush as I considered what she wanted. After a moment to consider what this meant, I rushed to remove my clothes. The dress came off in an instant, pulled over my head, and tossed aside. As did the shoes. The garter, stockings, and underwear took a moment longer.
“That’s better. Now come lay down.” She said, the confidence and power she possessed coming back.
Not wanting to displease her, I hurried to climb into her bed. She was lying on the blankets, so I had no choice but to lie on top of them. I did my best to cover my breasts and my lap with my hands. My cheeks felt like they were on fire as I lay there, staring up at the canopy above the bed.
“Relax.” She whispered as she trailed a finger down the side of my face. “You’ll enjoy this if you let yourself.”
She continued to trail the finger down my neck until it bumped into my arm. Gently, she pushed my arm out of the way. I closed my eyes and tried to get past the shy embarrassment stage.
Her finger continued to trail down my body, between my breasts, over my belly, until it bumped into my other hand.
Gently, she lifted that hand and moved it to my side, letting it fall down onto the bed.
She continued to trail her finger up and down my body. Coming dangerously close to places, I was afraid to admit I wanted her to touch, but veering away at the last moment.
“That’s better.” She murmured.
I felt her weight shift on the bed, then her lips brushed against my shoulder. She brushed the hair away from my neck. I shuddered when she kissed my neck, then yelped when she bit it.
Her weight shifted again, and before I could react, she was on top of me, straddling my hips, her hair cascading down around my head.
I opened my eyes and felt startled when I saw her face just inches from mine. Her clear blue eyes shining as she watched me. She closed her eyes halfway as she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine.
Her tongue pushed between my lips and sought mine out. I closed my eyes and arched my back, pressing my body against hers as we kissed. She lifted her knee from the bed and pressed it down between my legs, forcing them apart as I lost myself in the kiss.
I moaned into her mouth as she pressed her thigh against me, rubbing it against my mound. I ran my hands up her legs and held her by her hips as she gyrated them against me.
She pulled away, and I lifted my head to follow her, already longing to taste her lips again, but before I could reach her mouth, she was already moving down my body.
A shiver ran down my spine when she placed her lips around my nipple. Her tongue flicking over my nipple made me moan.
I lost myself to the pleasure as she explored my body with her hands and mouth. She spent a couple of glorious minutes focusing on my breasts, kissing them, sucking on my nipples, gently biting them, before continuing down my body.
She kissed her way down my belly, stopping at my mound, her lips brushing against my bush as she inhaled my scent.
I whimpered as she spread my legs wide apart. She kissed me, just above my knee, then a little higher, kissing her way up my inner thigh. I held my breath, both longing for, and anxious about what I knew was coming.
I yelped loudly, as she bit into the tender flesh at the top of my inner thigh, and heard her laugh. She continued kissing me, coming tantalizingly close to my wet lips, then skipping them.
“Oh, goddess!” I moaned. “Please! I can’t take this much longer!”
She laughed as she bit me again, making me yelp as her teeth dug into my inner thigh.
Her kissing continued, coming dangerously close to my aching pussy, then moving past it again. The lust was driving me crazy, the primal need. It felt like I might die if she did not take me.
I could feel the bed under me getting soaked as she teased me.
“I need you!” I moaned as she blew on my aching clit. “Please take me! Make me yours!”
The pleasure was electrifying, like every single nerve in my body being stimulated at once, when she flicked her tongue over my eager clit. My back arched and threw my head back as a guttural moan escaped me as she licked me, her tongue dancing over and around my clit, gently probing it, her lips pressed against me as she sucked on it.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, I felt her slid two of her fingers inside me, only part way. She was gentle, working them back and forth, getting me used to them. All thoughts fled my mind when she slid them the rest of the way inside me and began rubbing my g-spot.
My hips bucked against her face, but she held me down, an immovable force keeping me in place as she feasted on me. My entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
I lost myself in the pleasure, as she took me to carnal heights I had never dreamed of. This was beyond anything I had experienced before. I did not have an orgasm. I did not even have a couple of orgasms. Once she set to work on me, I had an unending flood of orgasms, back to back, like waves crashing against the shore. Just as one ebbed, the next one was building up.
I opened my eyes, unsure of how much time had passed. Hours maybe, days, possibly. My entire body felt like I had spent a week at the gym. I was in her bed, under the covers. It was dark, with just a faint light coming in around the drapes over the windows.
It took a minute to realize I was being held in her arms, her body pressed against mine.
“Shh, go back to sleep.” She whispered as she stroked my cheek with a finger.