A/N: And as a finale to the smutfest that was the last few chapters…the longest chapter yet :D Warning: Femslash, and a smidge of bloodplay that just came out of nowhere. My beta advised me to cut a few parts out, as they were not really necessary, but… … I was too lazy. Thus if you think the smut gets over-blown or redundant, I apologize! Hope you continue to enjoy!
When Helen came to she was completely awake and aware. She was happy to find that she'd retained her heightened senses. Blood coursed strongly through her veins, and when she flexed, there was no soreness or pain. She felt like a machine working at beyond maximum performance. She sat up, tucking her legs underneath her and to the side, looking around as she realized she was no longer on the rock, or in the clearing at all. She was sitting on a narrow strip of grass, the jungle forest just a few feet from her. She could hear water flowing and turned around. She gasped.
Before her lay a pristine pool. Its waters were perfectly clear and the most amazing blue-green colour. About 50 meters away was a waterfall, at least 20 feet high. It cascaded down from a plateau into the water, causing small waves to crash up, but quickly dissipate as they rippled outwards. The sounds it made were beautiful and soothing, perfectly unobtrusive. The shoreline was only a few feet deep, and its sand was sparkling white. Helen could feel every blade of grass on her naked skin as she realized there was someone in the pool. She sat still, entranced by the graceful figure in the water. The sunlight shone off the lithe body as the being swam with the ease and skill of someone born in the water. Helen wondered if there were any skills, physical, at least, that the faerie's had not mastered.
As the figure neared the shore, Helen became excited. She wished she had time to mentally catalogue her body to find out what exactly had been done to her, but that could happen later. Maybe she could even just ask this faerie. Was it one of the two she already knew?
As the figure rose from the water, and began walking towards her, Helen realized this was definitely not someone she already knew.
It was a woman.
Good god was it ever…
Helen couldn't help but stare at this example of feminine perfection. She was sure that if the creatures on Earth had a maker somewhere, than this was what they intended a woman to be. Helen couldn't tell from this distance, but was sure the woman was at least as tall if not taller than she was. Her long limbs were slim, but muscular. Her hips flared just enough to allow a gentle curve up towards her small waist. Her breasts were large without being overly so, seeming to defy the effects of gravity with their pertness. Even her shoulders were beautiful, leading to a slender neck and then another perfect face. Helen felt her old insecurities return in a rush, feeling suddenly old and careworn, looking upon the smooth, unlined face, high cheekbones and budding lips. The faerie's eyes were vividly green, and her long flowing hair, even wet and plastered to her back as it was, was a stunning dark blonde. Her skin was golden, the perfect tan, and her supernatural glow was enhanced by the sunlight sparkling off the water dripping down her body.
Helen's breathing sped up as the woman walked confidently forward. Helen waited for her to start speaking, but the woman fell gracefully to her knees as soon as she was beside her, stretching out to Helen's left. The Fey's arm reached out to gently cup Helen's right cheek, and she leaned in. Her mouth pressed against Helen's, and Helen gasped at the sweet taste of the faerie's full lips. The Fey wasted no time, using Helen's gasp to coax open her lips and push her tongue inside. Helen instantly accepted her, raising her left arm to touch the faerie's face, grasp onto her as she was pushed onto her back, the blonde woman stretching out beside and above her, resting on an elbow.
Helen remembered that it had been at least 15 years since she'd last made love with a woman, but in less than two seconds she recalled why she enjoyed it so much. It wasn't just the sweeter taste of their mouth, or the softer, smooth skin of their cheek and jaw, the fuller lips. There was a way their tongues met, explored, the give and take of power that spoke of an innate knowing. No man, no matter how experienced and intuitive, could know a woman's body like another woman did.
The Fey's tongue played hotly in and out of Helen's mouth as her hand moved down Helen's neck, stroking her skin. This being's touch was the perfect balance between her two brothers; not fire or ice, but lovely, gentle warmth. The hand travelled down, trailing over Helen's collarbones to brush against the side of her breast. The woman quickly took the mound in her long-fingered grasp, gently working the flesh. Helen's grip moved to the blonde hair, sinking in and pulling her closer. Helen briefly wondered if she had been misinformed earlier, and that whatever process the Fey had started was in fact not yet complete.
The woman above her pulled herself away from Helen's mouth with a wet pop and Helen frowned, opening her eyes to question the turquoise green above. The woman was smiling, pearly white teeth impeccably straight. She spoke using her actual voice, and it was like music.
"You're transformation is complete," she said. "From now on, it's just for pleasure."
Helen decided then and there that her duties at the Sanctuary could wait a while longer, and nodded eagerly. If these people just wanted to have sex all day, well… who was she to question their customs? The figure above her laughed and dove down to meet Helen's lips once again. Helen immediately reached up to grasp her arms, wrapping a leg around hers and flipping them so that she was on top, hands splayed on the grass on either side of the woman's head. The Fey looked up at her with a wryly amused smile. While Helen more than appreciated the men's selflessness in the giving of pleasure, she wanted to give some of her own. After her recent experiences she had decided that lack of confidence was ridiculous. They knew everything she was thinking and feeling, she might as well take control of herself and give all she had to give. It was high time she rediscover the wonders of the female form.
Helen brushed her hair to the side, draping it over her right shoulder as she leaned down, sucking a soft lip into her mouth, playing with it, nibbling on it for a while before pushing her tongue inside the woman's mouth slowly, but deeply. She took her time exploring the cavern of her mouth, confidently mapping out every bit of her cheeks, teeth and tongue. The woman's hands rose to Helen's sides, smoothing their way down her curves before wrapping around to play with the slight dimples at the small of her back. Helen sucked the faerie's tongue into her mouth, holding it there while the woman's hands slid their way up her bare back, pulling on her, forcing Helen down so that their chests met, torsos pulled flush together. Helen's breasts rubbed against the others, still wet from the pool, and her nipples grew tight. She pulled away from the Fey's warm lips, trailing wet kisses against her jaw and down her neck, tongue peeking out to taste the skin that was like warm lavender and mint and honey. Helen made her way down the woman's chest and wasted no time with teasing, running her tongue over a soft, rosy nipple. One of the Fey's hands snaked its way into Helen's hair, holding her to her as Helen sucked the nipple into her mouth, working it with her tongue, gently biting down then soothing with her lips. She left it wet and wanting, kissing her way over to the other breast and doing the same, taking as much into her mouth as she could.
When the tan skin was blushing pink and heaving, Helen moved on, trailing down her stomach, dipping her tongue into her navel, gathering the last of the water still clinging to her skin, and the beginnings of her sweat. She moved to the side, spending some time in the dips above her hipbones. She gently took hold of the Fey's legs and pushed herself down, not hearing the faerie's frustrated sigh as she skipped over her most sensitive area, coming to rest at her knees. Helen kissed above her knee and started working her way upwards; enjoying the slender, smooth thighs. She sucked on the juncture right between her legs and hips, worrying the skin between her teeth before biting down. The faerie moaned and her hips jerked, but when Helen pulled back she saw the skin was unbroken. She could be as hard as she wanted, secure in the knowledge that she couldn't hurt these people.
With lightning speed Helen moved, biting down on the woman's clitoris, making her cry out and arch her back. Helen quickly soothed her with her tongue, but only for a moment. She moved down, pushing her tongue between the woman's folds and licking along her entire length. Helen's mind was awash with the taste, smell and silky texture of the woman's arousal, but in the next moment she found herself flat on her back, the faerie looming over her. Helen's eyes narrowed, and she tensed, ready to flip them once more, but the woman's hands pushed down on her shoulder, and Helen found herself immobilized.
Helen's heart raced from both desire and anger. No, not anger, she thought. She wasn't upset with the Fey, she was enticed. It had been a long time since she'd had female lover, but even longer since she'd had one she could call an equal. This blonde goddess could challenge her in ways no one else could, and the thrill of battle, of wanting to be the alpha, stirred Helen's primitive instincts. She was used to being the woman in charge, and giving up that power, even to this obviously superior being, was difficult. To emphasize her control, the Fey moved her legs over Helen, pushing down so Helen's legs spread out, open, vulnerable, unable to move under the strength of the woman's limbs. Helen continued to struggle, trying to throw her off, not thinking she could actually succeed, just for the sake of trying. The blonde grinned down at her and Helen found herself grinning back through gritted teeth and knitted brow, a feral grin.
The faerie leaned down; mouth crashing into Helen's with force, and their mouths battled, teeth clashing and biting, tongues pushing hard. Helen bit down on the other woman's tongue and the Fey flinched minutely. Helen took her momentary distraction to free one of her legs, raising it up to press her knee between the woman's legs. The Fey groaned, grinding herself down against Helen's knee. The blonde reached out, grabbing Helen's breast and squeezing hard, moving her fingers to pinch and twist her nipple. Helen bit down on her tongue again, forcing her knee harder against her. Helen suddenly pushed her foot off the ground, driving her knee up and lifting the faerie right off the ground, throwing her to the side. Helen moved, pounced on top of her, grabbing her wet hair and wrenching her head to the side. She leaned down, biting her neck, running her tongue roughly over the mark she made, which faded in an instant. Helen wished she could mark these people, claim them, leave some kind of lasting impression so they would remember this time, which meant so much to Helen. Maybe then, someday, they would follow through on their promise to contact her again.
The green-eyed woman tried to reassure Helen they would, but Magnus was persistent in her stubborn disbelief. The Fey was astounded with Helen's ability to resist her thought suggestions. With a growl of frustration, the faerie rolled them over, ending up with her head near Helen's side. She stretched her neck out and bit into Helen's side, the brunette crying out as the Fey easily drew blood. She quickly lapped up her blood, excited to taste its richness, its exceptional individuality. The blonde moved to lick the wound, close it, but stopped. For the first time the Fey woman resented her impervious skin, wanting to give Helen the satisfaction of marking her. The 134 year old human would just have to make do with getting marked herself.
She could handle it.
The faerie explored Helen's body with barely constrained ferocity, biting, scratching, marking as she pleased, Helen's grunts and groans spurring her on. Men so often held back, afraid of hurting, but women could be ruthless, knowing full well how much stronger they were than men believed. The blonde made her way down to Helen's throbbing core, thrusting her tongue deeply into her, showing Helen she had the same power of growth as her male counterpoints. It was better than any strap on or toy Helen had used with other women. The Fey's tongue was strong, hot, wet… alive.
Helen's fingers pulled and tore at the blonde hair though none of it came out. She bucked her hips and the faerie's mouth was thrown off, jaw clacking and biting her own tongue. The Fey was usually in much better control, able to sense Helen's movements a second before she made them, but something about this immortal human muffled the faerie's senses. It was infuriating.
Helen laughed at her partner's annoyance, pushing herself up into a sitting position and lunging for her mouth, intoxicated by her taste and feel. Helen wrapped her arms under the other woman's shoulders, reaching up to her shoulder blades, clawing her nails down her back, digging into her seemingly soft curves. The blonde trailed her nails firmly down Helen's sensitive sides in response. Helen hissed against her lips at the pain, and the Fey dug deeper. With a cry, Helen pushed her off, looking down at her sides, five distinct trails of red running down, framing her. She glared at the faerie, putting her hands on her sides, gritting her teeth against the hurt as she brought her hands up her ribs, gathering. She placed her hands in front of her, palms upward, red with her blood.
Helen stared into the faerie's emerald eyes, shining with passionate fervor. Slowly, Helen brought her fingers up to her neck, turning them over and closing her eyes, tilting her head to the side, smearing her blood against her skin. Her hands skimmed down to her breasts, painting them red. The Fey's eyes were wild and Helen understood where the more frightening tales of faeries came from as she lunged forward, bowling Helen over as her tongue sought to clean the blood. Helen shivered, shifting her hand downwards between the Fey's legs and slipping her fingers into the slick folds. She pushed, encouraging the blonde to willingly roll to the side as Helen slid a finger inside of her. She only thrust a few times before the Fey's hand found her own apex and thrust two fingers into Helen. Helen's knees shook at the touch, and the Fey flipped her, driving her fingers inwards. Helen's nails scraped down the woman's chest, grabbing a breast and pulling her forward to take it into her mouth, grinding her teeth into the skin to stifle her cries.
Helen was suddenly, inexplicably angry. Genuinely, truly enraged. She was angry at Santos and his men for their ignorant, brutal treatment of her. Angry at the faeries for dangling the oasis of their lives in front of her, knowing she couldn't accept. Mad at her life, the impossible situations she was always put into, everyone around her expecting her to come up with a brilliant plan to save the day. She was angry at herself for her own bloody persistence in always being different, questioning, not accepting truths "just because" and for coming up with the stupid, goddamn source blood experiment to begin with. Helen wreaked the havoc of her mind onto the willing, limber body in front of her, on top of her, inside of her.
They continued in this fashion, rolling, throwing, biting and tearing until guttural screams were torn from their throats as they brought each other to final, vicious climax. They collapsed into a tangled mass of limbs, sweaty, dirty, bloody, and spent.
Helen's rage disappeared at the first instant of orgasm, and she felt almost liquefied, floating on a cloud of catharsis and release. She hadn't realized she'd kept such rage bottled up, and didn't know how to express her thanks to the faerie for so acceptingly, so lovingly, taking the brunt of it. Helen looked down at herself, covered in bite marks, blood, bits of dirt, grass, and sand they had ripped out in their mad, frantic coupling. She couldn't help but laugh. She didn't feel any of it. No pain, stinging, or burning. Just pleasure and completion. She turned her head, moving a hand to stroke tenderly through the now dry blonde hair of the woman laying against her side. The faerie smiled beautifully back at her, leaning in and kissing her softly, soothing Helen's swollen, red lips.
Helen stretched her arms above her head, ready to relax and let the Fey tend to her, but felt fingers thread through her own, and pull her upright. The blonde faerie led her into the water, and Helen sighed. It was cool without being cold, refreshing, invigorating and clean.
After the shallow sandbar leading to the shore, the water quickly deepened, and the Fey let go of Helen's hand, diving forward. Helen followed suit. The fresh water was a bit cooler against the cuts and scratches but didn't sting at all. She swam for a few seconds, the dirt and grit flowing right off of her. She surfaced, standing tall, the water coming up just to her hips, and breathed in deep, feeling suddenly cleaner than she had in years. She ran her hands through her long, dark hair, pushing the wet strands away from her face and looking around for the faerie. She was nowhere in sight, and Helen frowned.
She suddenly felt a pair of hands touch her lower back, sliding forward to hold onto her hips as a pair of warm lips kissed the nape of her neck. Helen sighed, head falling backwards to rest against the woman's shoulder, glad the faerie was taller than her. The Fey continued to lay soft kisses against her, tongue reaching out to trace any scratches she found, instantly healing them. Helen realized in a calm flash that this is where she'd been taken after she'd died. She had been given her second life here. The water, with its amazing properties, had supported her as this woman healed her, closed the gaping trenches in her back, fixed the shattered knee, filled the hole in the back of her head. Helen's fists clenched, but she smiled, water swirling gently around her legs as the faerie's hands stroked her, absently, while she restored her. The hands eventually moved forward, resting on her lower stomach before slipping upwards, dancing across her sternum and ribs before brushing over her breasts. Her touch remained light as she played over Helen's full chest, nails barely skimming over the undersides, barely flicking at her nipples. Helen's head rolled further to the side as the woman kissed on her neck moving upwards to nibble just behind her ear.
Helen moved her head back the other way, forcing the lips away from her neck, half opening her eyes so she could see the Fey's face and properly zero in on her lips. Hands grew tight on her breasts as Helen's tongue slid into the faerie's mouth and lazily kissed her. The kiss grew deep and fingers pinched at her nipples. Then it turned light again, teasing touches, soft nips while fingers danced lightly once again. Eventually Helen turned in the woman's arms, pressing her body into the tan skin and framing her face in her hands, fully engaging in the long, passionate kiss. One of the Fey's arms wrapped around Helen's back, holding her close, while the other rose to cup the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair. Helen didn't know how long they stood there, sun warming their backs as they embraced, but eventually the kiss started to slow, and slacken off. Wide, open mouths closed and tongues pulled back, only peeking out to gently trace a lip as they softly pressed skin against skin. Soon, their lips stopped touching, though they still held each other, resting their foreheads against one another's and breathing in unison.
It was the Fey who pulled back, looking at Helen with a serene smile. Helen sighed and smiled in return, leaning in for one last kiss before letting her hands drop to her sides. The Fey could tell that Helen thought their time was over and reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Look down, Helen," she said. Helen's eyes crinkled, confused, but she complied. The water was oddly still, no hint of ripples, even though her body moved as she gazed down. The smooth surface acted as glass, and Helen stared in wonder at her own reflection.
That couldn't be her, could it?
Helen had been avoiding mirrors lately. They showed too much. All she could see was the face that refused to wrinkle, but couldn't hide the years. She'd grown sick of the dark circles betraying her lack of sleep when her manservant asked her if she was getting any rest. Her eyes, once vibrant and curious, had grown dull and dusty. The set of her mouth was hard, downcast, part of her armor, her mask against the world. Perhaps her skin didn't wrinkle, but it was tight from too many years of stress, years of bottling up every emotion she had in order to get the job done. It was too pale, almost sallow, from too much time inside offices, or trekking through barren lands looking for creatures who didn't want to be found. Her hair, dyed dark during a stormy, depressing night after Jason's death, made her skin seem even paler. Her eyes looked sunken and wide, framed by its nighttime shade. She felt if she looked at herself, she couldn't lie anymore, wearing the truth of her appearance like a shackle. Expensive clothes, makeup, and impeccable hair could only hide so much.
The woman staring back at her was not the woman from those mirrors. This woman's skin was like porcelain, fair and smooth. Her mouth was soft and pink, curved ever so slightly upwards. Her eyes were bright, hopeful… happy? The Fey's hands rose from the water, covering Helen's face, gently running her thumbs along her nose and cheeks before dropping back down again. Helen looked down again, eyes growing wide. It was as if years had been literally lifted from her skin, sorrows and stress washed away in the pureness of this pool. She thought briefly of the legend of the fountain of youth. Here, with these people, in this place, she was being reborn.
The faerie's hands reached out, resting on Helen's hips, and as she brought her head up to look into the green eyes, Helen saw one last thing. She didn't know if it was a trick of the sun, still burning brightly around them and reflecting off the waters, but… Helen could have sworn she was glowing.
Helen looked to the faerie with wide eyes, imploring, questioning, excited. The Fey smiled at her.
"We only helped you realize your true worth. These changes are from you, not us."
The faerie looked at her with admiration and pride, and Helen's heart swelled, inordinately pleased that she'd somehow, unknowingly, passed their test. She suddenly found herself laughing; the external changes merely a manifestation of her inner cleansing. The faerie laughed along with her, like tiny, tinkling bells, an aria of joy and freedom.
Helen felt a wave of energy pass through her and she suddenly thrust her hands forward, hammering into the faerie's shoulders. The green eyes opened wide in shock as she fell backwards, splashing into the water and Helen's laughter grew louder. The faerie recovered underwater, rising gracefully upwards with a stern look on her face, hands moving up to push her hair away. Helen felt no fear, no shame, smirking impetuously at her. Superior being or not, everyone, at some point, deserved to be dunked. The faerie's eyes narrowed as she sensed Helen's thoughts. With the speed of a jaguar the faerie suddenly shot forward, grabbing Helen by the waist and pushing her clear off her feet, landing in the water almost four feet back. The faerie was still holding back strength after all. Helen swam back and grabbed onto the faerie's shoulders, taking her under the water with her and they wrestled and rolled in its blue green depths. They emerged when the need for air overpowered them, gasping in air but laughing at the same time. The faerie shook her head at Helen's playfulness, not having encountered such enthusiasm for a simple thing like splashing in an age. Helen wasn't the only one learning things about herself. The faeries had been learning from her too. They had so much to thank her for.
The two women continued their physical banter, pushing, pulling, chasing each other through the deep waters of the secluded haven. Helen continued to be amazed at the lupine elegance of the faerie's movements. When she opened her eyes underwater, Helen could see as clearly as if she were above ground and she eagerly explored the quiet, blue world with her gaze. There was no other sign of life in its depths, no growth. Only flowing white sands, water, and her magical companion. Helen felt as if she could swim forever, not growing tired, not feeling the need to touch solid ground.
Without her realizing it, the faerie backed her up onto the sand. Helen felt it squish warmly between her toes as the woman held her hands and encouraged her to stand. The water came up to just past her belly button. The faerie wrapped a hand around to Helen's opposite hip while the other pushed against her chest, arching Helen's back, and her navel rose above the water, feet leaving the sand. She was completely supported, suspended in the water as the faerie's hand slipped from her chest to her lower back, mouth descending on a wet nipple. Helen's back arched further and she let her head fall back as the woman gently sucked. She latched on with her teeth, pulling, forcing it into a peak, as far as it would go. Helen let her hands rest on the woman's shoulders as she moved to her other breast.
When Helen could take no more, her hands moved to the blonde hair, tugging on it to pull her away. The faerie let her sink back down and Helen stood strong as she leaned in to kiss her, hands moving to the Fey's firm breasts. Tanned hands moved up to Helen's and continued their assault on her aching nipples, both working each other as their tongues moved faster, harder. When the need to breathe overwhelmed her Helen pulled back, gasping, and the faerie pushed her backwards until she fell onto her back in the shallow water near the shore. Water lapped gently against them as they made love on the white sands, bringing each other to sweet release with tongues, then hands, then tongues again, over and over. The sun continued to shine and Helen wondered if the Faerie's lived outside of normal time, in some world just beside her own.
Hours passed but Helen never tired, did not feel hungry. When the time seemed right, she stood, diving back into the water and swimming over to the waterfall as the faerie followed her. Helen stood under the cascading waters, head thrown back, mouth open, drinking it's cool clearness, more cleansing than citrus, more addicting than wine.
They were making love again, the Fey kneeling before her under the spray of the falls, when Helen sensed a presence. Two, to be precise. She opened her eyes, able to see with amazing clarity through the running water the two Fey she'd been with on the rock. They swam towards the falls so fast Helen thought she was seeing things, but when they rose from the depths, climbing onto the plateau and reaching out to touch her, Helen knew they were real.
They made love to her, the three of them, and the sun eventually set. Its dying rays bathed them in gold, red, and orange, and their eyes shone brighter. In the silver moonlight their skin, though tanned, looked white, glowing more brilliant than in the day. Helen lost all track of time, only aware of hands and lips, teeth and tongues, around her, on her, in her all at once.
Helen laughed, cried, screamed and sighed, lost in a world of ecstasy. While it was happening, everything was vivid, extreme, clearer than anything she could remember, though the memories, the distinct feelings, sights, sensations, would eventually fade into the realm of dreamlike mystique. Never forgotten, but always elusive, hanging just outside of her mind so that she couldn't quite recall the facts.
The sun would set and rise but climax was her rest, their pleasure her fuel. Every so often, at the height of her most intense bliss, they melded not only in body, but in mind. She understood the way they communicated, hear their thoughts, and knew that while she had chosen to forgo that path, they would still accept her if she ever changed her mind.
In time, they stopped accepting her pleasure, immobilizing her for her own, final experience. Helen could feel her mind starting to drift and she fought to stay awake, but their voices filled her head with wordless sound. The music she had heard in the forest, what seemed like a lifetime ago, began lulling her to sleep a world of peaceful dreams.
Finally, her mind gave in, her eyes closed, and she slept.
To Be Continued
Well, that's the end of the magic!smutfest. Sorry. Hope you liked it :) There still awaits a bunch of wonderful adventury action!
