A/N: I'm back! I'm so very, very sorry for the delay. As I said, I went to DragonCon in Atlanta, and then had another week of vacation with my dearest friend and beta, NoCleverSig. Then I got home, and found that the other Sanctuary fic site I post on had moved serves, and deleted not only this ENTIRE story and all its subsequent reviews/comments, but a few of my other more recent ones as well, which put me off fic for a few days. Buuuut now my mojo is back, and to make up for it, I'll be posting new chapters of this at LEAST twice a week from now on! More than that if you leave nice reviews ;) :D

As warned, the smut begins in this chapter. If that's not your cuppa tea, please let me know and I'll message you an overview of the plot that also happens throughout! Because yes, my smut has meaning ;) On with the show!


Previously, on Faerie Tale:

We desire to share ourselves with you so that when you need us, we will know. Your work is important to your world. We can help you achieve your goals. We can… enhance you, if you please.

Helen felt reassurance sweep through her mind.

Do you trust me? he asked.

Helen let out an incredulous huff. For the first time, she saw him smile, and she swore she could die, again, a happy woman.

Thank you, he said. You will not regret it


Helen took a deep breath, waiting for the gift he was about to give her, but he didn't move. She waited silently, starting to feel awkward, when she realized he was doing something. He was looking at her again. The feeling of being x-rayed was back, but she sensed that this time he was scanning her for a different reason. He was no longer looking into her soul, he was looking at her body, her inner workings, how the blood flowed and the nerves reacted. All her insecurities rushed back, and she knew that this was a turning point. He would either approve of her and continue, or decide she wasn't worthy, and let her go.

Just as she was about to open her mouth and beg that he either touch her, or get rid of her, he reached out his hand. It was a gentle touch of a finger running down her arm, but she still gasped. His touch burned. For half a second she was afraid, remembering the young, mutilated boy in the compound, but she quickly relaxed. This burning felt good. Like the wet, healing touch from the pool, his fire spread throughout her body, making it come alive. The lethargy that encompassed her vanished, and adrenaline surged through her veins. Within moments she was shaking with desire, sweat starting to form without having even moved. She'd never felt the need to feel someone as strongly as she did now, but she stayed still. There was no way she would do anything to possibly jeopardize this moment. She couldn't dare think of what would happen next, what she hoped would happen. If she did, her mind just might explode.

He removed his finger when he reached her wrist, and she almost sobbed at the loss of contact. A second later he touched her other arm, and she could breathe again as he drew his finger down her once more. When finished, he moved a hand to each of her upper thighs, and she felt as if her body should be flying off the rock with sensation. He seemed to be exerting some kind of force on her, keeping her stationary, holding her down with no use of physical strength. She should have been frightened at the complete lack of control, but she only craved more. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. She would accept whatever he did to her and be grateful for it.

His hands moved down her legs, and for the first time she really thought about how long her legs were, how tall she was. She'd been inches taller than any other woman she knew in her young life, and it had always been a subject of sensitivity for her. Eventually she had grown to love this aspect of her physical self. She was already so different from the rest, it seemed only fitting to be physically unique as well. Right now she was more than grateful for her long legs; it meant there was more of her for him to touch. By the time he trailed his fingers over her toes, she worried that she had melted into the rock she lay upon. The wetness between her thighs should have been uncomfortable, but it wasn't.

With his initial survey done, Helen wondered what he would do next. Her wonder and anxiety must have shown, because he smiled, indulgent and knowing, and gently lifted her hand to his mouth. He kissed the back of her hand softly, and she wished that a normal man could be like him. How could she possibly go back to mere human companionship after an experience like this?

While she was musing, he shifted, stretching his legs out on the rocks so that he lay on his side. He laid her hand back by her side, and before she realized what was happening cradled her head in his right hand, tilting her head to the side while his left grasped her shoulder. His lips were on her skin, with another soft kiss just above her collarbone. His mouth parted, and his tongue reached out to trace a line up her neck. She made a soft sound, and this time her body did shake as a gush of heat rushed out of her.

His tongue, like his touch, was liquid fire. She almost opened her eyes to see if her skin was indeed burning but didn't bother. She knew if she did, they'd only roll back into her head, delirious with sensation. If it were possible for her to get any wetter, she'd swear she were back in the pool. His tongue and lips slowly made their way over her neck and chin, and her own lips tingled in anticipation. She held her breath, waiting to see how he tasted, but frowned when the touch never came. Finally she opened her eyes and saw him smile down at her as he moved his mouth away from hers, pressing it to her cheek, forehead and eyelids. She sighed. Alright then, she could be patient.

His lips found their way, seeming to meander, to the spot right below her ear. His kiss sent shivers down her body. She knew that had been his destination the entire time. He'd literally seen right into her, and knew every single one of her erogenous zones. She hoped that by the time this was over, he'd hit them all.

As his lips continued their slow dance, and his thumbs ran gently back and forth over her hips, time melted away. Her initial waves of desire mellowed into a gentle thrumming that kept her aware but undistracted. She was content as she was, relishing in his soft, careful touches. How long had it been since someone had paid this much attention to her? Looked at her as a woman instead of as a boss, scientist, or monster hunter? Helen had always been confident in herself but had become lost in others' beliefs that she could only be defined by her work. The way this man's hand fit into the curve of her waist, the way his fingertips smoothed over her stomach, hip, and thigh, reminded her that she was more than all of that. His fingertips eventually gave way to lips and then his tongue. As much as she treasured her hard-won status as an intellectual, she'd always suppressed her baser, human needs. Right now she didn't have to smother her desires or try and hide what she was thinking. She could be freer, mentally and physically, than she had ever been. This was certainly the best gift she'd ever received.

She lay still, pliant and loose beneath his ministrations, for what seemed like an hour, maybe more. She had had patient, attentive lovers before, but this was something else. The breeze in the trees helped keep her calm, and no matter how light the press of his lips were, they made her sigh. Once every inch of her skin had been cared to, she found herself with her eyes open again, staring into his. He was smiling his soft, knowing smile and she grinned lazily in return. He was still glowing, still hazy. If this was a dream, she never wanted it to end.

He leaned in, so close, she had to work not to cross her eyes to keep him in focus, and she felt her heart start to wake again, preparing for his taste. Instead, his lips brushed her nose in a very humanlike gesture of endearing sincerity. He felt her frustration at his refusal to kiss her, and she sensed his laughter. She would normally smack him for his cheekiness, but was too happy that she'd made him laugh. She found herself laughing along with him, and when his face moved out of her vision, she stared up into the hazy sky, transfixed by the dust motes that floated around them, sparkling in the sunlight.

She could sense his path of travel down her body, heat exuding from him like an aura, and when he passed her chest, her breasts ached for his touch, heavy and wanting. They were a favourite of many a past lover, but she worried that he didn't like them.

Then his tongue was running across the seam between her legs and the dust motes in the air exploded into stars. The fire from his tongue shot straight into her womb, causing it to clench and twist, fresh arousal bursting from within, and she groaned as he pressed hard against her clit. He kept his tongue against her, feeling her small bundle of nerves pulse in response to his heat, blood rushing to it as pleasure built. She didn't know how, but his stationary tongue was sending her higher and higher, about to explode. He suddenly pulled away. Her body sunk further into the mossy rock as she caught her breath.

His hands pushed her legs wider apart, and his mouth latched onto the curve where her right thigh met her torso, nibbling slightly at the sensitive skin then soothing it with silken lips. He moved down her inner thigh, biting just hard enough to keep her on edge. He ignored the glistening in between as he moved to her left side, doing the same. Helen looked down the length of her body, finally taking the time to satisfy her curiosity and see if her skin was red, raw, or inflamed from his fire. She gasped when she saw the truth.

Instead of burns or swollen irritation, her skin, where touched by him, glowed as he did. A soft luminescence shimmered on her skin, and she wondered if it was the trailing wetness of his mouth or if it was actually her. He had said he was going to give her a "gift", a connection to his people, and she realized now that this whole exchange was about more than just physical pleasure.

His tongue returned to her slick folds, and she decided the pleasure was quite enough for the moment.

He explored every crevasse of her sex, kissing every inch, sucking every fold, lapping up at the wetness that continued to flow from her, closing his eyes as he swallowed her essence. He ignored her throbbing clit, but his hands were kneading the muscles of her thighs and she was distracted enough to not quite notice.

His tongue started tracing the circle of her opening, and she discovered the moss cushioning her was long enough to grab onto as she held herself down. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her, the heat of his tongue finally joining the burning of her center, but he immediately pulled back. More time was spent exploring her folds. Then he pushed back in, just a little farther, before pulling out. He repeated this pattern, going a few millimeters deeper every time, until she felt him finally press his full mouth against her, pushing his tongue in as deep as it could go.

And then it went deeper.

Helen's eyes flew open, looking down at the top of his head, staring into the deep brown locks as if trying to see through them, to his mouth, inside of her. She knew, logically, that it should be impossible, but with her experience in the field of the wonderful and strange, she accepted it and moved straight into analysis. His tongue, buried inside of her, was growing, travelling ever deeper. It reached places that extremely well endowed men and expensive toys had never even neared. He pulled it out of her then thrust inside in one swift move, all the way, and she moaned, unafraid of judgment for being loud. He started up a rhythm, hands never at rest on her legs and when she couldn't stand it any longer she reached down and sunk her hands into his hair, finding it softer and thicker than she'd imagined.

He grasped her calves and pushed, encouraging her to bend her knees and plant her feet on the rock, opening her up to him even further. She was soon thrusting against him in time with his plunging tongue, his heat radiating through her core to spread throughout her entire body.

So distracted by the surreal encounter, Helen didn't notice when another man appeared at the edge of the clearing where the brown-haired eay had initially stood. The newcomer stood perfectly still, taking in the splendor of the sight in front of him.

He grinned.

Helen remained blissfully unaware that she was being watched as the man on the fringe of the clearing started towards them.

He was just as tall as the brown-haired man currently at work, and his naked body was just as chiseled. His hair, however, shone more golden than the sun, and eyes that were bluer and more vivid than the sky took in every detail of Helen's body, reaching into her mind to see what was happening there. He had been following the events through the mind of the brunette since the beginning, and had not been able to withhold his curiosity. After several moments of watching from afar, he could no longer tolerate remaining a bystander.

He was so silent in his approach that Helen had no idea he was there, climbing the rock, resting beside her, until two new hands suddenly grasped her face. She gasped, and her eyes flew open as he gently cupped her, leaning down and laying a reverent kiss to each cheek before pulling back and letting her see him.

Helen knew her eyes must be dull and lifeless compared to his, her face sunken and pale, but he looked down at her with such unbridled appreciation and adoration that she almost cried. The brown-haired Fey's acceptance of her was more than she could have hoped for. Confronted with this second man's attention, she felt overwhelmed. She didn't know what the newcomer expected her to do while his fellow faerie continued to lick and suck and pull, and her hands floundered by her sides in indecision.

The blonde took pity on her, picking up her hands in his, his long fingers making hers look small. She realized she was shivering from his touch as he placed her hands on his chest and leaned in, laying a kiss on her breastbone. His mouth moved quickly to the side, rising with the swell of her breast, opening up and sucking her nipple into his mouth. Her hands clenched where he'd placed them, and her fingernails dug in as she felt like she'd been suddenly doused in ice.

As fiery as the brunette's touch was, this blue-eyed angel was equally cold. Helen expected steam to hiss against her hot skin as his tongue swirled around her breast. Her nipple hardened the instant his mouth hit her, and he wasted no time latching onto it, coaxing it out further, running it between his teeth, and gently biting down. Helen thought she would come right there, the distinct heat and cold assaulting her senses, but the man between her legs, with his knowledge of both what she was feeling and what the new man was doing to her, adjusted his pace and pressure so that climax stayed just beyond her reach.

Helen, remembering her surprise at the blonde Fey's touch, worried that her fingernails had dug into him and hurt him. She was surprised to find that when she tried to dig them out, they were merely resting on the surface of his skin. She experimentally flexed, pressing her nails against him, but though his skin was softer than silk, she couldn't penetrate it. She gave up as the wonder of his body overcame her, and she started to map his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. She ran her hands up and over his shoulders feeling the play of muscles in his upper back as he moved an arm underneath her, elevating her, holding her against his as he feasted on her chest. Her hands soon left his back to bury themselves in his hair, longer than the brown faerie's. It was the kind of perfect, careless shaggy that so many men tried to emulate but that could only be achieved naturally. She gripped his head tightly and pushed him harder against her, his mouth opening and accepting as much of her full breast as he could.

He pulled his mouth off her, moving to the other, leaving trails of invisible frost in his wake. When she thought her nipples couldn't take any more torment, he left them. He looked down at her and saw the soft cappuccino freckles that spotted her chest and shoulders. He leaned in and started to kiss them. A moment later, the tongue inside of her pulled out, and the mouth it belonged to started finding spots on her legs. Not just her natural freckles, but the imperfections, the scars of over 100 years of fights, scrapes and brawls. The two beings found every mark on her that made her unique, and acknowledged them as beautiful.

Helen was shaking, emotion so intense racking her body while the contrast of their temperatures continued to play with her mind. Her left hand stayed with the blonde, running over his chest, shoulders and back, while her right lay by her side, brushing the hand of the brunette's whenever it passed along her upper leg. She kept her eyes open, deciding the sight of them could not be taken for granted, and wanting to burn every detail of them into her memory.

When every spot of the front of her body had been marked, the two men, with perfect synchrony, stopped. Helen watched the first man as he moved his head back to her sex, but then blue eyes invaded her vision. She gazed up at him, searching his gaze for any hint of what they would do next. His eyes betrayed nothing, but he cupped her cheeks and slowly lowered his face to hers.

Her lips parted, breathing in deeply before his mouth covered hers, and two tongues thrust into her at the exact same time, a double assault on her mouth and in her core. Her back arched and she moaned into the blonde Fey's mouth, hands flying to grasp his shoulders as the fiery brunette's tongue shot up into her core once more. She fell back down to the rock as her mind was flooded with a taste she couldn't name, sweet and strong, citrusy and fresh. She wrapped her tongue around the blue-eyed angel, needing more, grabbing it with her teeth and pulling him in. He mapped out her mouth as she did his, while the tongue between her thighs rubbed against every surface of her inner walls. Then it pushed deeper, hitting spots she didn't know existed. Helen didn't know how she hadn't come already, thinking they surely must be using some magic on her to hold her back.

She tried to coax them into a rhythm, thrusting at the same time so her brain could make sense of what was happening but they refused. They moved at different times, different speeds, using different amounts of force. The blonde man's hands moved from her face to her neck, then down her shoulders, arriving at her chest, taking the weight of her breasts into his grasp. He rolled and kneaded them, rubbing his icicle fingers over her areola, the tips of her nipples still peaked from his earlier attentions. When he took them between his fingers and pinched, a wet mouth moved to her clit and bit down. She cried out, grasping onto the strong shoulders of the man kissing her, using him to ground her as she felt the spidery tendrils of approaching orgasm start washing down her spine. She needed to breathe, lightheaded from the power of their kiss, but she needed his taste even more.

A hot tongue was somehow both inside her and rubbing against her clit at the same time, while hands squeezed her calves, her thighs, her breasts. The taste, sound, and smell of them sent her higher and higher until finally she crested, body arching towards the sky as pleasure burst through her, flooding her senses and blinding her to her surroundings. She bit down on the tongue inside her mouth to stifle her cries, and he held on to her, keeping her connection with reality as her mind tried to break free of it. The movements below her waist slowed to a crawl, becoming soothing instead of arousing, comforting instead of teasing.

She felt her body start to relax, and she reluctantly pulled her mouth away, gasping for breath. Her eyes opened and she searched the Fey's face with wild eyes, needing to know if what had just happened was real. He smiled warmly at her, taking a hand and brushing sweaty bangs from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. Her mouth worked open and closed, finally filling with air but not knowing what to say. She needed to thank them somehow, express her awe at their incredible skill, but didn't know any words, in any language, that could describe her feeling of contentment. Every muscle in her body lay lax against the moss, gelatinous after such a long time of being held on the brink, tense and waiting.

The being who she had communicated with originally, with his chocolaty auburn gaze, appeared before her, stroking the back of his fingers down her face, smiling. The blonde sat back, letting the man reclaim his lead. How these two men could keep smiling at her when she'd felt the depth of their people's suffering she didn't know, but she couldn't resist them, and smiled weakly back. He leaned down and kissed her gently, pressing his lips against hers for just a moment. It was Helen who deepened it, opening up and inviting him in, wanting to taste herself on him. He tasted like spices, cinnamon and cloves, chocolate, spicy and rich.

With every new kiss she could feel his warm breath travel down her throat into her chest, breathing new life. She could feel her lungs, her veins, absorbing his sweet taste. It mingled with the traces of source blood, swirling around, fusing together before suddenly bursting like countless mini fireworks inside her body. Energy coursed through her, and her muscles tingled with the sheer sense of being alive.

He pulled away all too soon, and her lips sought to bring him back, her head lifting off the rock to follow him, but he gently pushed her down. She heard his voice fill her head again, and she swore she could hear him smiling.

Don't worry, we're just getting started.

To Be Continued…


I actually wasn't happy with this smut. Don't know why, it just never seemed that I accurately communicated the fantasy/dream like quality I wanted to get. What do you guys think? More smut in the next chap :D MS