-Chapter 11-
"Bye Gin," Safra said quickly as she dropped the mirror as soon as Vander had pulled them from the shadows. Vander's mouth was still working one of her breasts while one of his hands pulled her hair at the nape of her neck arching her body into him. His other hand had since moved under the fabric covering her sex tracing designs all along the sensitive flesh; her thighs around his waist the only real thing keeping her from falling to the ground. Safra slipped her pack off and brought it around his back resting her arms on his shoulders letting Vander touch and taste all he wanted. She was a patient person and when the waiting to touch him fully felt so very good it was a lot easier to keep her hands to herself – at least until her skini was setup. It was still very difficult to focus her mind on the task at hand instead of flipping him on his back and cutting his clothes off. Without warning her body violently spasmed as an orgasm ripped through it and all she knew in that moment was pleasure; white spots blinding her vision. Back arching, body convulsing, she dropped her bag as a keening cry ripped from her throat.
Chuckling with a self-satisfied smirk Vander moved his hands to lightly caress Safra's sides as he lay down in the grass on his back. He held her still randomly shuttering body loosely in his as he let this intriguing woman come down from her high. It would seem he'd have to wait a little longer for his own pleasure although the grass seemed very tempting about now. He hadn't intended for her to climax so quickly or powerfully yet since he was just getting started. In fact he'd just moved his hand away from her sex and gripped her hips so she could focus and pull out her tent from her bag when she just went off. He made a mental note to explore that particular area later and see if she had anymore delicious spots like that elsewhere.
Looking around he saw her bag on the ground where it had been dropped. He focused on the intricate embroidery glinting in the sun to will his erection away so they could actually get inside her skini and he could take his time doing what he loved best – driving her to the brink of sanity in pleasure. When she couldn't take it anymore, then, only then he would finally take her. Clearing his thoughts again he looked at her travel bag. It honestly looked more like a fashion accessory his sister Xally would die for more than a travel bag to Vander with the weaving knots and tangled vines but he supposed it had magic worked into it because it also looked completely empty. He turned his attention to the blond finally calming down on his chest. It amazed him how comfortable this was. The morning sun warming their skin, the cool soft soil and grass as a bed, the birds chirping in the distance, her light warm weight settled on top of him. He was incredibly curious why Safra weighted so little, probably 20-30 pounds at the most, but his answer would have to wait for a little while longer.
"Hmmm, you smell nice," Safra lazily said as she breathed deeply.
He chuckled "Don't go to sleep on me yet. We've got so much more to discuss," he said moving his hands back up her legs until he cupped each butt cheek firmly emphasizing the last word.
Laughing with him, Safra used her arms to push up from Vander's still covered chest which vexed her more than a little. Not even bothering with her top which was hanging loosely around her waist, she moved her hands to the tops of his thighs and leaned back letting the sun bath her exposed skin while she stretched and enjoyed the sunlight.
Vander finally got a good view of her body and he took his time taking it in. Every inch of her exposed skin was the same tanned color except her dusky mauve colored nipples. Her firm breasts weren't overly large but big enough to overflow in his hands. She wore a pendant that sat in the hollow of her throat and brought the eye to her delicate collar bones. It looked like it was carved from white opal but he suspected it was made from something else. Her waist was small but since her shoulders and hips were narrow as well she didn't have an exaggerated hour glass shape like the other women here at the temple. There was still some curve, her hips widening more so than her shoulders, but the best curve was her ass. Asses had always been his favorite part of the human body and he'd loved all types but when it was toned with muscle his mouth watered a little bit and Safra's was beautifully sculpted. She didn't have much in the way of excess body fat most of her body being firm muscle but it still gave when he squeezed firmly. And while her muscles were well defined they were longer instead of thickly corded and bulky giving her an almost streamline look meant for swimming. He hummed again - hands travelling up her toned thighs pulling her a little farther up his body so he wasn't even more tempted to take her right there on the grass. His fingers played with a white piece of lace worn high on the thigh of one of her legs. It had tiny precious gems woven into it of all different varieties if his keen sight wasn't mistaken. 'I'll have to ask her about its significance sometime."
"I think you should get your tent setup," he said completely relaxed now letting his thumbs trace circles high up on her inner thighs.
"I think you're right." She leaned over deliberately letting a breast brush his cheek when she grabbed her bag smirking at the animalistic look he gave her when she sat back up. Reaching in, she pulled out a rolled up piece of canvas looking material then casually tossed it the air over an open area in front her before whispering, "Ánoixe."
Vander tipped his head back in time to see the fabric unfurl midair and gently set back down on the ground completely setup. Light glinted sharply at each corner - small metal pieces anchoring the tent to the ground confirmed his thought about her necklace. The anchors were made of the same metal as the pendant and chain so he figured Safra made them with her magic. The tent itself didn't look special, beautiful like each piece Safra wore or carried, but normal. It was an enclosed canopy similar to what Virgo had setup for them at the temple but on a much smaller scale with the sides all sewn together instead of open and there was a rectangular piece of fabric hanging over where the opening flap should be. Safra stood then letting her foot drag up his leg as she collected her bag and mirror before walking to her tent. She entered without looking back as Vander continued to lie on the ground looking at the tent upside-down pondering what made it so special to her as he continued enjoying the sun's warmth. It hardly looked like what he would call secure - the only protection he could see it affording was from direct sunlight. It displayed a field of sunflowers awash in bright colors of yellow, orange, green and blue with the same reflective stitching her bag had so it even stood out as a beacon in the darker more muted colors of the forest.
The front flap opened as Safra looked out now completely naked casually leaning on the side of the opening one finger beckoning him to her. Without wasting a minute Vander slipped into the shadow and came out standing right in front of her his clothes disappearing as if they were smoke on the wind. He may have felt a little like a pet in that moment coming when beckoned but like hell he was going to keep a naked woman waiting. Safra arched her brow.
"So that's how those come off," she said letting her fingers move gracefully across his carved abs then moving back as he chuckled quietly walking into the tent casually. She held back the canvas for Vander eyeing his finally fully exposed caramel skin. He had tattoos sweeping up his right side from the upper thigh to shoulder, the lines mimicking the natural cut of his body with runes intertwined in the pattern. There was an intricate picture of a winged serpent wrapped around his hip and another on the inside of his right arm curling up to his shoulder. If she wasn't mistaken they were depictions of the highly poisonous havati serpent. A solid black cross with a loop at the top stood alone on the left of his body over his heart. All of the ink was a stark black except for the blood red border of a shield on the back of his right shoulder. She wanted nothing more than to lick his entire body following all the lines to see if he tasted as sweet as he looked but held off aware that they were here to actually talk.
As Vander crossed the threshold the interior transformed from what he had expected to see to a much larger vibrantly colored extravagantly decorated room in white, deep reds, gold and turquoise.
"It's bigger on the inside," he said calmly taking in his new surroundings. The room he'd walked into was at least 10 times larger than what it looked like from the outside.
"Yes I know," she said closing what now looked like a solid unstained ash wood door.
The floor was a smooth gold colored stone with glimmering flecks that sparkled under the lacrima lighting. The white walls were broken up by interesting artifacts scattered across the wide open expanse. Smaller items and books sat on or in various sized floating shelves painted gold, dark red or turquoise. The ceiling was vaulted painted to reflect the lacquered turquoise stone kitchen counter with flecks of dark bronze. Unstained white ash beams curved along each arch of the ceiling and made up most of the room's furniture.
A large gray stone fireplace stood to the right with large burgundy comfortable plush seats in front of it. Beyond that the floor sunk into a huge area made for sleeping he judged by the amount of blankets and pillows it had. It was saturated in all the bold colors in the room but the deep wine color was the most predominant.
The back wall behind the kitchen and sleeping area had an opaque gray glass section that met the ceiling which he assumed was where the bathroom was located judging by the rest of its layout. The air in Safra's tent was dry and slightly cooler than what it had felt like outside. 'It has climate control?' Vander thought swearing he could almost feel a light breeze through the cool dry air.
"Ora, set security level 2 and make surfaces 1 thru 5 and 10 transparent, 6 & 7 reflective. Keep 8 & 9 solid." Immediate sounds from outside filtered into the room and Vander saw various protections spring up around him as he looked around. The ceiling and walls behind and to his left had disappeared completely, the right wall became a mirror and the back wall stayed the same. It was weird because everything hanging on the walls including the lights from the ceiling were still there but looked to be floating.
"Well, now I know why it's not called a tent," Vander mused as he casually closed the distance between them having finished with his initial inspection. He kissed her chastely on the lips as his hands skimmed over the sides of her tempting naked figure. She ran her hands up and down the planes of his body thoroughly enjoying his finally exposed skin before wrapping her arms around his waist pressing into him. "This is a much more comfortable way to camp," he smiled roguishly then moved his lips across her jaw.
"Come with me," she said suddenly turning and breaking out of his loose hold as she pulled away and walked toward the glass door.
"So, you like to tease do you?" He eyed her as she slid the gray panel open then led him into a bathroom almost as large as the room they'd just left with an in-ground tub fashioned after a hot spring. The floor was more of the golden stone and all the walls except the right, which was a mirror, were invisible.
"Now this reminds me of home," Vander said pulling her into the warm water for a nice hot bath. Here he knew he could continue his exploring while he could clean off a day's worth of grim and sweat. It would also give them a chance to speak more openly. He could tell she was avoiding it, teasing him, trying to get him distracted enough to forget his questions. That was not something she would ever be successful with concerning him. He was too well trained in using that tactic himself on jobs to fall for it. Sinking into the water he breathed deeply then paused. "Wait, is this water from the Grass Sea?" he asked finally placing the familiar slightly spicy earthy smell in the unexpected location. It had been months since he'd been able to bath or swim in the waters of the Grass Sea.
Moving behind him and leading him to sit on one of the higher steps Safra answered. "Yes, when Gin was travelling with my Aunts and Uncle he fell in love with Boscan baths and the Grass Sea. He couldn't recreate the Grass Sea but he was able to install this here and fill it with its water so I could experience your baths. He and my clan," she paused pressing her body to his back as she grabbed a water pitcher, "my family," she corrected after a moment as she wet his hair, "made this skini for me though it's just as poor a word as tent is."
"It looks like a high-end apartment," Vander said enjoying the feeling of Safra's body wrapped around him as she sat on the step behind him. Her hips pressed into his lower back and hard nipples dragged across his shoulders as she moved. He languidly relaxed his arms on her thighs and squeezed her calves while she massaged his scalp while working a cream into his hair. A place like this, even with the unfamiliar and very open layout, would fetch for quite a bit in any major city's downtown area in Bosco.
"Apartment?" she asked then tipped his head back so the water pouring over his head didn't get in his eyes.
"Hmmm, apartments are typically small homes for an individual or a small family. It's different from a house because there are several apartments to a building where a house is usually a single home made from the entire building." He looked over his shoulder and leaned back to catch her lips quickly preventing her from responding. "Are you ever going to tell me what you are?" he said bringing the conversation abruptly back to where he wanted and turned to face her fully. At her hesitation he kissed her again, deeply this time, cradling her head with his hand while the other wrapped around her waist. She moaned softly as his tongue swirled around hers once then licked firmly across the roof of her mouth. "You want to tell me." He said in between kisses.
Pulling back the little she could she clicked her tongue and shook her head to clear it. She fisted her hand in his dark locks holding him back. "I'm… a fairy." Her gaze was open yet searched his expression for something. "I was born human but raised by fairies. Their magic changed me." She waved a hand generally over her body. Though she hid it well in her expressions and voice, she couldn't stop her fearful trembling even in the heated water. She felt vulnerable and exposed now that he knew. Humans hadn't been kind to her people in the past and the wariness and fear was hard to just turn off.
Still on his knees between her legs he gently guided her hands between them then drew her shaking body closer to his. She buried her face in his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her in his arms and caressed her side taking extra time to stroke the tender skin on the side of one of her breasts. "Why does telling me make you so scared?" he asked kissing her temple sweetly. Instinct ruled his responses as he just held her securely in her silence.
"Many of the clans at the charm have lost at least one to humans through enslavement or hunting. It was before either of our times but fairies live long lives and her father lost his wife and first child to starvation before he could get free to save them from their captivity," Gin's smooth quiet voice echoed in the almost silent room.
Looking to his left he saw Gin sitting calmly on large pillows in one portion of the mirrored wall. He smiled internally now knowing why Safra had made some surfaces mirrors and her comment about a better view earlier. It seemed they could use any mirror to communicate.
"Why?" he asked simply turning his attention back to the blond in his arms. He needed to distract her from the conversation judging by her reaction so far. Moving to an edge of the pool away from the steps he sat her on it and stood between her legs in the waist deep water.
Gin smiled, he was glad he'd gotten back to his room at the charm in time to explain things so she didn't have to. Safra's emotions were wild and passionate just like humans but ran ever so much deeper like the oceans like the fairies so they could rage like a hurricane – impossible to control or create any real distance from. It was her greatest weakness and why her family and he were so worried to have her out among the humans alone. What happened to fairies more than a millennium ago was too similar to what she'd experienced as a babe that every time either were spoken of she couldn't help but react this way.
"Some humans thought consuming our bodies would give them our magic," Gin started as Vander slowly ran his fingertips over Safra's skin comfortingly. "Others would hold a fairy hostage until they or another fairy preformed a spell that the human demanded. Even more saw having fairies as slaves as a sign of status and kept them in magic cancelling stone shackles until they grew too weak to be useful or died. Some humans actually knew it was a Fairy spell and not our flesh that could give them magic abilities so they would torture dozens of our people until one finally gave them what they wanted just to end the suffering. They even tried to force fairies to do what was done for Safra but none of their attempts were successful in that and all those fairies died in the process."
The whole time Gin laid out the roots of Safra's anxiety Vander used his body to excite hers but quietly seethed internally. Had any of those people still been alive they wouldn't have been after he was through with them. Those were the type of people the world was better off without and deserved to die in his book. He used his lips, tongue and teeth fueled by his raging emotions to drive Safra until she was incoherent and writhing before him whimpering softly. He kept her on the edge denying her a release so all she was aware of was his body and the pleasure lighting her nerves on fire. He let his fingers replace his mouth so he could speak. "But humans have magic. Why would they do that for something they already had?" he asked before thinking. He knew that if dragons were known to exist today they would be hunted by at least some people wanting their power as their own. He wasn't sure what kind of magic fairies had but if Safra's tent was any indication of what they could do he was sure the same would go for them. With their knowledge now of transferring magic into lacrima they were even more of a threat to special or rare magical species.
Gin answered him anyway. "At the time humans were a relatively young species and couldn't physically use the magic their bodies held; they weren't evolved enough then like they are now."
"Please!" Safra finding her voice finally called out between her mindless moans and stuttering cries interrupting the conversation. She was at her limit and it felt like her very soul was on fire and would be completely consumed at any moment.
'I'll have to find another time to speak with Gin later,' Vander thought. Enough of what he'd wanted to know was answered anyway and it was finally time to take instead of just giving pleasure. Eyeing what looked like a massage table across the room Vander left the bath and carried a frustrated whimpering Safra in his arms.
He laid her on the table then crawled on top of her using his knees to part her legs. Safra grabbed his hair and pulled him forcefully into a hungry kiss surprising Vander of her strength. She wrapped her legs around his so he couldn't pull back and arched her back grinding her core over his rapidly stiffening member to relieve some of the burning need she felt. She moaned into his mouth as Vander started rocking between her drenched folds. She pulled even closer to him so with each small thrust their entire bodies rubbed back and forth; the friction intensifying every sensation. Lowering to the table so part of his weight pressed into her he used his now free hand to move one of her legs to his shoulder before slowly pushing his now painfully hard erection into her.
"Oh fengári!" she cried finally feeling that pressure fill her up almost too much to handle. The angle he held her at allowed him to brush her overly sensitized cluster of nerves as he moved in deep and slow.
"Safra look at me," Vander groaned out in pleasure. Her sex was so smooth and warm it clung tightly to him as he eased back out slowly. This had always been his favorite thing to do because the outside world with its cruel realities disappeared and all was left was him, whoever he'd picked up for the night and the sweet music their combined efforts made.
Safra opened her eyes not sure when she closed them in the first place and was immediately captured by his intense look. Vander's wine colored eyes trapped her every thought. Nothing existed outside of him for that moment.
"Do you like Gin watching me fuck you?" he asked huskily thrusting into her more firmly. He'd always enjoyed putting on a performance and from what he could tell she and Gin did too – there would be no other reason why she set things up this way. He also had a feeling she'd enjoy a little dirty talk. 'Oh the fun we will have.'
Freed from his gaze at the sound of Gin's name she glanced to the side and saw the hungry look in his eyes. "Yes," she moaned looking at their reflection and Gin's beautiful metallic brown eyes following Vander's hips, corded muscles flexing in his ass and legs as he steadily took everything she had. She swiveled her hips with the next thrust and Vander hissed.
"You want me to make you scream for him?" he asked as he quickly pulled out to his tip then slammed back in.
"Uuungh," she groaned eyes rolling back and closing again.
"Open your eyes," Gin said before Vander could as Vander lowered her leg then moved to his knees changing the angle again. "Watch as his muscles flex with every move. As you move to eagerly receive him." Vander's hands lifted her waist and hips as he quickened his pace until the sound of their skin slapping was loud and fast. Safra's body arched until the only part of her touching the table was her head and forearms as her hands gripped the table's edges. Her heels dug into Vander's ass as she met each of his trusts as hard as she could. Forcing her eyes open she turned her head so she could see both Vander plunging into her in the mirror's reflection and Gin watching them raptly.
"Yes take it all! You like it hard don't you?" Vander said using more force.
Safra could barely breathe let alone answer him.
"Look at how sexy you look almost upside down. Face red, skin glistening in sweat, breasts bouncing with every slam of his hips," Gin added enthralled by the private show.
Safra became almost frantic in her drive for release she was so close.
Vander intentionally moved one of his hands down her side figuring now would be a great time to test his theory as he kept his eyes trained on the fairy. At the slight widening of Gin's already wide eyes Vander smirked and squeezed the joint of where her leg met he hip. Just like before a piercing cry shot out from Safra and her body seized. Vander grunted at the force her passage clamped down on him with but he wasn't ready for them to finish just yet and held on. It was a close thing but he continued his assault ramming into her at the same pace forcefully sustaining her orgasm. The shadow-quip mage heard Gin's quiet chuckling under Safra's unintelligible noises and gasps.
Vander pulled Safra up quickly as he slowed his rhythm and sat back on his heels using his hold on her waist to force Safra to ride him – a feat made that much easier because of her weight. Having something more to hold onto now, the blond wrapped one arm round his shoulders forcefully and the other gripped the hair at the base of his neck pulling him into another heated kiss keeping her eyes open and focused on Vander's in challenge. Her legs adjusted so the balls of her feet were touching the table with her thighs still gripping Vander's hips. With the new position she was able to strengthen and speed of each thrust sending Vander closer to his limit - his body tensed as he held back.
"Safra, turn," Gin commanded. Safra immediately broke the kiss as her body turned around completely without missing a beat.
"Nngggh," Vander choked out in surprise at the unique twisting motion that almost forced him to his end again. Years of training and lots of practice had given him great control so while it had been close he'd been able to hold on. Looking up he saw Gin's laughing eyes as he tried to figure out how the hell this woman just managed to turn around like she had and realizing Gin was playing both sides to get reactions out of them both. Safra was on her knees now, legs straddling his, hands gripping his sides. Smirking suddenly with an idea to get Gin back Vander turned so he and Safra were now facing their audience directly. Safra and he could now both watch as Vander penetrated her over and over again from behind and all of Gin's expressions in the fully mirrored wall unobstructed.
"Pinch your nipples for me Safra," Vander commanded in the same tone Gin had used earlier and without hesitation Safra loosed her grip on his sides and moved her hands up to her breasts plucking and pinching her nipples freely moaning at the slight pain of the contact. "Such a good girl, look how wet you are still," he said seeing her juices dripping down her thighs and his cock onto the table. "I think you deserve a little treat," he said spreading his knees more and forcing her legs wider allowing him to hit her deeper finally finding that sweet spot inside her that had been alluding him.
"Vander," she screamed his name for the first time - head flying back to rest on his shoulder.
"Oh yes say my name again," he demanded moving one of his hands to smack the side of her ass while the other splayed over her abdomen helping her push harder onto him.
"Ooooooh Vander," she shuddered out on another breath as her body balanced on another razor thin edge. "I cannot again," she said through gritted teeth eyes pleading his in the mirror.
"Oh yes you can," Gin said eyes unblinking. 'It's time Vander got a proper taste of what a real joining with Safra feels like,' he thought all the while loving what this man was doing to his Sunflower. "Vander, press your thumbs into the hollows behind her knees," he suggested smirking.
Vander grinned and did just that. Safra roared out his name and clamped so hard on him the sudden pull threw him over the edge too but that wasn't even the most surprising part of it. A flash of pure white light shot out of her body ripping through his as the first of his seed spilled from him but the experience was far from painful.
In an instant emotions, sensations and thoughts flooded him. For that single moment Safra and he were one and he knew everything about her. Everything she'd been thinking, the orgasm raging through her body and the intense feeling of complete acceptance and trust - he felt them too. He even felt the overwhelming deep love and longing she had for Gin and the sadness that they were never meant to be together. His heart cried out for them as his chest tightened until he could barely breathe her emotions were so intense. It hurt him knowing that he might be the reason these two could never be together like she longed for but in the next moment as more seed burst from him another wave of light released from her hitting him again.
This time he felt something that brought him to tears for the second time in days. He gasped as he felt there hidden among all the pleasure was a feeling of hope. A hope that enhanced something he couldn't identify yet and there small and hidden was love for him. It wasn't as deep and developed as what she felt for Gin, not even close, but was like a new seedling sprouting in the spring just for him, only him. It was being nurtured by the other things he made her feel; safe, happy, understood, and whole. Nothing about the pleasure they'd just experienced.
It had been maybe an hour and she was honestly falling in love with him, was drawn to him emotionally, physically and something more intangible that he could only label as spiritually. 'Is this how Cristoff feels for Lucy?' he thought as another wave of light wrapped him up in feelings of longing as the last of his seed spilt into her with a jerk of his hips. She longed to know him better, to listen to his stories, to support him, to take care of him, to protect him as fiercely as she did her family. "Turn," he said roughly holding her tightly in his arms seeing matching tears running down Safra's cheeks in their reflection. He felt the same twisting sensation but saw it this time as parts of her body passed through his as she turned then solidified again once she was facing him.
Laying them on their sides he held her close and kissed her slowly overwhelmed by her emotions and his that had been stirred up. He kissed her cheeks, chin, eyes, forehead, nose and lips several times over. It was the only way he knew to try and comfort her. He wasn't sure if she was even aware yet of her feelings for him or if what he experienced went both ways. 'If so,' he mused, 'she might have a better understanding of my feelings for her than I do.' Using the last of what he had he rocked his hips gently against hers creating shallow strokes to help calm them both down and ride out the last of their pleasure.
Completely spent Vander turned to his back getting more comfortable. He kept Safra pressed against his chest and their bodies joined as their racing hearts calmed together.
"What was that?" he said voice husky and thick with emotions.
"That Vander is what fairies call a partial joining. It is done so they can become accustomed to everything the full joining will bring," the aqua and white fairy man said quietly almost reverently, just as effected by watching the experience as they were experiencing it. "Fairies aren't sexual creatures as a rule. I'm sure you noticed that I lack the genitalia most other creatures have." Vander nodded fighting his body's need to nap after something so emotionally exhausting, a need Safra hadn't even tried to fight as her deep steady breaths flitted across his chest.
"But she was not a virgin," he stated simply. Given the call he listened in on and how Safra spoke and acted he'd thought this was her first foray away from home and into the world with humans. She had to have had sex before multiple times, she was too experienced, but now he knew it couldn't have been with a fairy.
Gin chuckled, "I said as a rule. My magic is rare among my kind. The last known user of copy or transformation magic other than me was 2 thousand years ago." He leaned back and played through memories from years past deciding to share more of their story with his Sunflower's Boscan. "After our joining failed 9 years ago we tried to put some distance between us for an entire year but the loneliness was harsh and almost unbearable. We figured since there was another 8 years before any chance of Safra finding her true match, and even longer for me, we went back to how we were before the failed ceremony." Rubbing his temples he looked back at their still entwined figures with longing and continued. "It was about 5 years ago that her father said that her first taxídi, an official journey that used to be a means for a fairy to find their sýzygos, had to be alone. Since our seclusion ended decades ago no fairy goes out alone. It's not safe for us to travel alone and with all the fairies living together at the Charm, the tradition of the first taxidi being solo was even less necessary." Gin watched as Vander unconsciously pulled Safra closer and smiled warmly. "So some of her family and I went travelling to look for different ways we could protect Safra when she was alone and make her travelling more comfortable. It wasn't until I came across a Boscan who used spatial magic in Minstrel that we came up with the idea to modify her skini into what you see. I did my first full copy of a human that day so I could use his magic and incidentally learned about the intense physical sensations humans felt especially during sex from his memories. Ever since then I started craving Safra in a whole new way I didn't even know was possible. A need I'm not completely capable of fulfilling as I am currently. Fairies are a tactile species but we do not feel things as humans do or are as sensitive to touch so while I knew humans had a strong urge to propagate I hadn't understood why until then. That's when I decided to learn all I could about sex and since we also wanted to research security features we could add to her skini we headed to Bosco."
"Yes, well you couldn't have picked a better place to learn about either," Vander said proudly as he took in all Gin was sharing.
The fairy smiled brightly. "It was there I fell in love with the Grass Sea. If I could live anywhere on Earthland it would be there. It's so full of life; its natural beauty always changing."
"Agreed," Vander said turning to his side again to get a more comfortable view while speaking to Gin. "But my opinion may be a little biased."
Gin's smile was soft and he nodded. "We weren't there long before I literally ran into one of the largest men I had ever seen. He turned out to be a mage who could read thoughts and had picked up some of my passing thoughts. You see when I looked up to apologize I was taken by how much he reminded me of Safra and he said my thoughts practically screamed at him. His other magic was so similar to hers, they're both so tall…" the fairy trailed off and sighed at the memory. "He actually taught me how to keep my thoughts to myself and used his magic to setup some of the protections around her skini after he spent an entire weekend giving me a lot of the practical experience I lacked with sex so I could then teach Safra." His knowing grin was reflected on Vander's face. "When I returned home Safra and I became lovers. The other fairies to this day don't understand us, have no way to because they just can't relate."
Vander thought he might have to just learn more about the two Boscans who helped Gin and send them a thank you gift or something when everything was settled. Knowingly or not, they made his meeting with Safra so much more enjoyable than it would have been without them. He felt a little sorry for his brother Cristoff who had a huge upward battle to gain this type of physical intimacy and probably months of celibacy to look forward to until Lucy was ready for sex. They'd have to come up with a plan for the next full moon so Cristoff didn't do anything he'd regret, especially with women other than Lucy.
He also thought about what the light pulses made him feel beyond the physical sensations. It would still be an intense experience and much more intimate than sex is for humans. In a way it made sense that beings that couldn't join physically - weren't as physically sensitive overall - had a way to do so on every other level.
"Do fairies do this often?" he asked not sure if he liked the idea of Safra doing that with someone other than him until they were sure they weren't sýzygos. If she wanted to have sex with others, that didn't bother him, they were only working their way towards being promised in his book so they were both free to sleep around. He wouldn't ask her to be his promised until they knew they could even be together long term but if she wanted to partially join with others… He wasn't sure how he felt about that, it was just too intense to share with just anyone.
"Only with their potential sýzygos," the fairy explained knowing what he was referring to. Vander nodded as his eyelids got heavier, slowly losing the battle against falling asleep. "You should move to the bed so neither of you wake up more sore than necessary. I must attend to my duties now but I'm sure I will see you again." Gin said disappearing from the mirror.
Groaning Vander tried to will his body to get up so he could move them to the bed but he failed. Sighing he held Safra close and used some shadows to carry them to the other room and deposit them in bed. He'd not been this tired after sex since he was 13!
-End Chapter-
