Warning, mature content

Chapter 3

8 months earlier

Fullmoon. It was beautiful. Fay admired it for a moment before heading to the stable. She had a candle in her hand and she had already washed herself. The nightgown she was wearing had used to belong to mistress Rebekah, it was worn-out and tattered. Not that Fay minded; she was grateful for her mistress' generosity.

Her small cot in the stable was ready for her, she sighed as she lied down. The day had been very long. She had done her usual household chores, washed clothes in the river, took care of the horses, the chickens, the goats and the ducks, accompanied Master Elijah to the blacksmith and picked berries with mistress Rebekah. Fay was tired, but she suspected that she couldn't sleep yet. She was right; her heart skipped a beat as she heard someone entering the stable. He walked over to her cot and smiled at her.

"Hello, Fay."

She smiled too, although a little shyly and made room for him beside her. Being close to him made her heart beat faster, she had never thought that any man could make her feel like this. He wasn't like any man she had ever met, he was kind and gentle. Ever since he had stood up for her in front of master Kol, she has had a crush on him. Eventually she had even dared to speak to him.

They had spoken a lot; he had wanted to know everything about her. He had also told her about himself and she had eagerly listened to his every word. He hadn't said anything about his father, but Fay had seen how her master treated him. Niklaus didn't deserve that. She loved him and she wanted him to be happy.

"Fay?" he murmured in her ear, twirling a lock of her dark hair around his finger. "May I touch you, sweetheart?"

A flush was rising in her cheeks as she nodded. He always asked for her permission first and she trusted him. He wouldn't do anything she didn't want him to do and he respected her wishes, even though she had asked him not to put his member inside of her. She wasn't ready for that and she feared that he would put a babe in her belly. She was afraid to even think what her master would do to her if she would be with child.

Niklaus understood that and he didn't pressure her. He was staring at her hungrily and his eyes looked strange, almost yellow, in the dim candlelight. She also noticed that he felt warmer than usually, just like he had during the last fullmoon. He had told her that for some reason it always affected him like that.

Slowly he ran his fingers over her neck. Her quickening pulse dictated her quickening breath, but he was steady as a war drum, calm and composed. She wasn't afraid; not really, her body was simply reacting to his touch. It set her nerve endings alight. He shifted closer, laying a hand on her quivering belly, as if to still a wild animal.

"Fay," he hummed softly, sending shivers up her spine. "I need you to say it. Out loud. Do I have your consent?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Good. I really want to touch you, my lovely."

There was something different about his voice, but she didn't have time to ponder about that when he lifted her nightgown and his fingers began to trace patterns on her belly. His hands were warm and he was gentle with her, as always, enjoying the feel of her skin. Soon his lips joined his hands and he began kissing her belly.

"So soft," he hummed, moving towards her chest.

She bit her bottom lip as he exposed her breasts and closed his lips around her nipple. She couldn't make loud noises; she knew that, no matter how good he made her feel. And he truly knew how to make her feel good. Greedily he sucked her breasts, making both of her nipples hard.

"So perfect…" she heard him murmuring.

She struggled to suppress a moan as he suddenly slipped his hand between her legs, two fingers finding her already wet. His eyes darkened as he licked his lips.

"You smell divine," he groaned and dipped his fingers into her, enough to wet them.

She covered her mouth with both of her hands, shivering as he licked his fingers clean.

"And you taste even better."

Her hands barely smothered her moans as he brought his fingers to the top of her folds, smoothly circling the most sensitive parts of her. He groaned as he toyed with his ministrations, languidly exploring her. At some point her lips parted and she must have been whimpering, because he leaned close to her in the dark, touching their foreheads together, still moving his fingers dexterously between her legs.

"Shh, sweetheart," he whispered. "Let's not wake the whole house."

His breath was warm on her cheek and she could feel his gaze on her, burning, a sweet heat that made her writhe in place. Heat was building in her belly too, her hips lifting of their own volition from the cot. Niklaus' other hand came to rest on her stomach, anchoring her.

"Stay still. Keep your hips down."

She stifled a moan at the calm, bemused way he ordered her, quickened his fingers and now she was trapped, pinned under strong hands and Niklaus' hungry gaze. She felt her hips want to buck but forced them to stay still, forced her cries be aborted behind her lips.

"Good girl," he hummed at her. "That's it"

She could feel his voice between her legs just as well as his hand. Suddenly without a warning he buried his mouth there and he was licking her. Lapping her like some kind of a wild animal. Her eyes widened in shock, he had never done anything like this before. What was this? Her confusion was very quickly replaced by incredible pleasure.

She felt her legs shaking and her face flush; she could no longer control her body. A desperate cry escaped her lips before she managed to press her hand over her mouth. This was more than she could take and Niklaus felt it too. He steadied his rhythm and effortlessly pushed her over the edge. The spasms of pleasure almost brought tears to her eyes and her whole body was shivering. Niklaus smirked, looking more than pleased with himself.

"My girl. Did you like that?"

Somehow she managed to nod.

"You taste very good," he added.

"Thank you," she murmured and noticed the stain in his pants. She felt guilty, thinking that she should have done something for him. His body was still very foreign to her, although she had managed to muster up enough courage to touch him few times. She couldn't find the right words to say as Niklaus touched her cheek, looking over her. Gently he pulled her nightgown down and tucked her in.

"Good night, Fay."

"Good night," she murmured as the cot creaked and lifted with Niklaus' departure.