So much had happened to Leah over the last few months. Since coming to the human world last September, she had fallen in love with a human, began conquering her fear of physical intimacy and found out that the man she had come to love was her sworn enemy. She shouldn't feel the way that she did when Jonathan's name popped up on her phone, but she did. No, his name wasn't Jonathan, it was Jehovah. Taking a shaky breath in, Leah slid her finger across the screen answering the call. At first, he was silent. "Hey," She muttered unsure of what he was going to say to her.
"Hello," He answered. Leah released a deep breath; she felt reassured to hear his voice even if it was distorted by the phoneline. "I caught him,"
"Yeah but I didn't make it easy!" A familiar voice called from the background. Someone was with him? She knew from the accent that it was the fairy from the city. Why was he with him? She has assumed that he would have 'taken care' of him or perhaps that was just her years of indoctrination into a sadistic court. She heard Jonathan growl behind the phone before a door slam – she presumed that he had retreated to another room. A low sigh came from the phone.
"I'm sorry, I should explain," He said, from the sound of the rustling around him, he had lied down on a bed. "His name is Dronolas, he's been my best friend ever since I can remember," Leah wasn't quite sure what this meant. She flicked the call onto speaker phone and placed it down on her table, cupping her coffee with both hands and took a relaxing sip. "He won't tell a soul," Jonathan assured her. Leah knew that she should be frightened and nervous about what was going to happen next but for some reason, his voice made it seem like everything truly was going to be alright.
"You're sure?" She asked, placing down the drink, and waiting eager for his response.
"I'm sure," Jonathan laughed down the phone. "Neither of us are in the position to be doing the queen any favours right now," They didn't like the queen?
She didn't know much about the Seelie queen. What she did know is that queen Elixibur Aerin was a beautiful woman. Training as a child, Leah had gotten one quick glance of the woman when herself and another trainee snuck over the border into Seelie land. Elixibur had golden hair that flowed down to her waist in soft beach waves and shined when the sun hit it. Her face was youthful and ripe with rosy cheeks and red painted lips. Her eyes shined like two small suns that had somehow been painted onto her face. From what Leah remembered, the Seelie queen was a wispy little thing who certainly couldn't swing a sword though, after all, they did say that poison was a woman's weapon. She had small breasts and a thin waist, but she was still incredibly pretty. For a moment, she wondered just why Jonathan and his friend wouldn't like their own queen but then again, Leah didn't want to talk about her situation – it was too soon.
It was only when Jonathan spoke again that she realised just how long she had been silent trying to remember Elixibur. "I want to take you out again," He came out with. "If you'll have me," He wavered. Every nerve in her body stood on edge. She knew that Jonathan was bad for her! She knew that she should say no and slit his throat whilst he dozed in class! But, when she thought about him and pictured him in her mind, she felt a warmth coming over her.
"Of course," Her mouth replied before her brain even knew that she had said it. She swore that she heard Jonathan gasp on the other end of the phone but she couldn't be sure.
"How about tonight? I'll meet you at the Alberts at six?" The butterflies started again.
"I'd like that," She whispered so quietly that she was shocked the phone even picked it up. Leah felt Jonathan smile down the phone.
"I'll see you then," They said their goodbyes and when he hung up, she just sat there on her bed, smiling at the phone clutched in her hands. Did she really love him or was it just the adrenalin from going behind the kings back? Either way, she welcomed the sensation.
Checking her phone to see what time it was, Leah deduced that she would have only three hours to get herself ready and Alberts was a nice place! She would have to wear something nice but she was sure that she had never even been to a human store that sold what she was looking for.
Placing down her phone and walking to the wardrobe, she began picking through all of different clothes that she had in the wardrobe. Due to her 'disability' she never left the house often let alone went to a fancy place or event that would require such an outfit. All that filled the damn thing was an endless supply of jeans, t-shirts, tank tops and the odd sundress – in other words, nothing suitable for a fine restaurant. Leah sighed and leaned against the wardrobe door, defeated. Then it hit her! Rushing to the second wardrobe that Leah had in her room, she cast open the doors and admired the empty space where her armour once sat – Keomie would have it cleaned and returned no doubt. Frankly, the whereabouts of her armour was the least of her concerns.
Most of the fey dresses were no where near suitable for a human restaurant as most of them were long and extravagant ballgowns however, there was one that fit the occasion well enough. The dress was a figure hugging, mostly plain black garment with a slit down the chest and a ruby encrusted cuff around the neck; little would the humans know but they were actual rubies – they were rather plentiful in Avalon especially in the northern mountains. Tight sleeves hugged the arms all the way down to the wrist. It may have been a little too eccentric, but it would have to do. Delicately taking the dress from its hanger, Leah laid it across her bed and smoothed it down.
Making her way to the bathroom, she flicked off her shoes and closed the door behind her, she lived alone and there was no one for miles but she still felt the need for a certain degree of privacy. Her clothes came away normally this time rather than requiring to be peeled from blood or sweat, this small detail made Leah feel like this was a sign of something good. For a moment, she examined her body in the mirror before her; her arms were practically fully healed, and her stab wound was not far behind though a small remnant of damaged skin still remained. Other than that, she was pristine and perfect once more.
After returning to her bedroom, she noticed that this was the first shower in days she had taken that hadn't burned her skin from hot water touching exposed injuries. There was no point to this observation, but she noted it anyways. Still wrapped tightly in her last clean towel, Leah took a seat on her dressing table and began to yank the knots from her hair. Once her hair was all down her back and flat, she decided to turn her attention to her makeup – she thought that she may as well make the effort. Doing her makeup wasn't something that she was very good at, even back home she barely bothered with more than a little lip stain but here, she decided to have some fun. Of course, she would never dream of wearing foundation! Having such a thick serum on her skin for so long would kill faerie skin – it was far too delicate. Besides, the point of foundation was to cover imperfections in the skin which was something that she did not have. Her eyes, however, she made her mind to try a fan shape with a deep red – matching her rubies – in the inner corner of her eye and a matte black on the outer lid. For the sake of matching, she stained her lips with a red liquid – this one was a fey creation, so it resembled at least a sight shimmer of normality to her.
The final thing to do, was to don the dress. It took a little more muscle than she was used to in order to pull the dress over her curves. Leah was far more partial to ballgowns than these figure-hugging outfits that was exponentially more modern and progressive, but call it the inner child in her still wanting to dress like a princess, but Leah could never see her preferring these to large, flowing skirts.
Taking one last look in the mirror, Leah admired herself for the first time in years. Whenever she had looked at herself previously all she saw was the bruises, the scabs, the bite marks, but this time she saw, if only for a moment, a strong, independent woman who was defying her king and doing what she wanted for a change! Even she couldn't deny, she looked hot! The elegant look of the long skirt and sleeves, the sparkling of the rubies perfectly balancing the more suggestive aspects of her attire, like the way it clung to her figure and the small window of cleavage that was cut into her chest. She hoped that Jonathan, or better Jehovah, liked what he saw.
There was no way that Leah was going to be able to walk to the Alberts in the tall, heeled shoes that she had selected, so she made her way to a local bar and had a taxi pick her up there – there was no way she would allow a human stranger to see her home. Luckily, the drive wasn't too long and the traffic catered well meaning that in no time at all, she was stepping out of the car to the restaurant. The building loomed before her as she heard the crackling of the tyre tracks on the road roll away. Leah knew that the longer that she remained outside, the more likely it was that she was going to turn around and run away, so she bit the bullet and entered.
There were many other couples in the building, all of them dressed incredibly elegantly – she mentally sighed of relief that she was not overdressed. For a moment, she had expected to be searching for a jade-haired man with emerald eyes but when a young man, in a dazzling suit, stood she remembered just how beautiful his human form was too. Jonathan's eyes beamed at her and he smiled brightly, quickly raising his hands to his jacket making sure he was still straight.
When she came over, his eyes went straight to the dress and Leah curled her body in, suddenly feeling exposed even though nearly every inch of her skin was covered. "Are they home rubies?" He asked with a raised brow and a curious smile as they both took a seat. She confirmed his suspicion as she tucked a stray strand of her mahogany hair behind her ear. "I thought you were beautiful before," Jonathan muttered almost to himself as his eyes, once again, scanned her up and down. She had to be totally honest, she was eyeing him up as well. She hadn't seen him in anything other than jeans before and a suit was certainly an upgrade. He looked older and more refined this way. Interrupting their shared amazement of each other, the waiter came over with a bottle of red wine that Jonathan must have ordered before-hand, setting it down and pouring them a glass. From under his arm, he also produced two menus before making sure that the couple were contempt with his service and scuttling off. There was a moment of silence which Leah tried to avoid by sipping at the wine. "Where do we begin?" He laughed, nervously gulping his own drink, pulling a face slightly which he tried to hide. Seelie weakling, Leah though laughing internally. Rich red berry wine was more of an Unseelie delicacy than the fruity light stuff they had in the south of Avalon.
"You tried to kill me," Leah exclaimed cockily but Jonathan only smiled, he knew she was trying to tease him but it didn't help the fact that he felt awful for stabbing her. Diving into his glass he apologised – again. "It's no matter," Leah dismissed smiling. "I'm practically all healed anyway," she assured him, tenderly placing her hand over her dress where the healing wound would be. His eyes followed her hand, still unable to shake the guilt, but he was glad she was alright.
Before they could discuss more, the waiter appeared again. Neither faeries had even looked at the damn menu, they simply picked the first thing they saw when they opened them to random pages to order; after all, this wasn't about dinner.
Before the food came, the two talked mostly of human affairs; about their friends and lives and how they wanted nothing more than to see Katherine and Sam happy together. Gradually becoming more drunk by the second, the two laughed the place down. No one would have known that they were sworn enemies. However, once the food was placed before them, this seemed to snap them back to sobriety pretty quickly and they set to the topic of the evening. "So tell me, about the Unseelie court," Jonathan pushed with a cheeky smile as he ate whatever it was that he had ordered, they still hadn't bothered to read the description.
Leah's hand tightened around her fork knowing that there was no way that she could avoid the question without him becoming suspicious. She swallowed a large lump in her throat and set the fork down, still with untouched food on it. "Everything you've heard, and worse," She told him, not wanting to meet his eyes for fear of his disappointment.
"I heard a lot about you," He said hopefully cocking his head to catch her eye. Leah had no answer. She was willing to believe that she was an anomaly amongst the Unseelie aristocracy. All the lords and ladies who served under Ariana either conformed to the new kings tyranny or fell into the shadows – and by that, I mean that they were murdered for treason, their titles handed to knew up and coming rich landowners who wanted to get into the kings good graces. "And your king,".
"He's a monster," Leah growled through gritted teeth as she turned her head, gulping at her wine this time, aiming to drink this conversation away. Her lip curled in hate. "Everything you've ever heard is a lie – he's worse," Jonathan straightened his back. Was he frightened? She didn't blame him – any sensible person would be terrified at the thought of Deploma Donadarion.
"You don't care for him, do you?" This was what he asked but what Leah heard was 'Are you willing to commit treason?'. When she translated the question that she had been waiting for someone to ask her for nearly four years, she had expected to feel conflicted in her response. But after meeting Jehovah, nearly dying and making a promise to herself to be better, her mind was clear. She tightened her grip on her napkin on her lap, which Jonathan noted, and gritted her teeth, staring him dead in the eye. "If I was given the chance, even a glimmer of hope that I might succeed, I would drive a dagger through his heart and watch every hint of life leave his eyes," She meant it too. When Jonathan didn't say anything, she dropped her vice-like grip on the napkin and tuck a strand of hair that had become dislodged behind her ear.
The air felt cold but she wouldn't take back what she said. Little did she know, Jonathan was deducing that there was something about the Unseelie king that was even more terrible than he knew, something that had sparked that kind of burning hatred within her. Jonathan rubbed his neck, unable to forget what she had said. "The queen isn't all she seems either," He told her with a nervous smile.
Leah picked up her glass and hid behind it. "Really?"
Jonathan relaxed a little and continued to eat making sure to swallow before speaking again. "I wouldn't normally speak ill of women but she's a whore," Ha! The Seelie queen, daughter of Zaria Aerina whore! Leah could barely contain her resentment towards the woman even though she knew it was unfair to hate her. "She plays a dangerous game, if she wasn't the queen she would surely have gotten hurt by now," Jonathan was becoming frustrated as if somehow the queen's indiscretions were a burden to him. Perhaps he just cared about her wellbeing she was, after all, a young woman in a dangerously misogynistic world. "Not only that, she's the most childish woman I've ever met! She's the damn queen but all she ever thinks about is partying and sex," He hushed his voice at this, not wanting the inappropriate comment to be heard from the other human's in the restaurant.
Realising just how similar their lives were when it came to politics, Leah slid her hand over his, catching his attention and softening his face from the frustration. "I guess that in disappointment, we are equally matched," This was a depressing thing to say on a second date but their circumstances were far from normal. Bonding over this one depressing fact seemed to be something to bring them together.
They finished the meal mostly discussing trivial things about the courts like the clothing, choices of food and drink and stories from their days training – Leah leaving out the details of the endless love letters that she received from the prince that made her time away seem far more romantic than it would have been otherwise.
By the time they were ready for leaving, Leah had even allowed Jonathan to drape his arm around her. Perhaps it was growing confidence or perhaps it was the fact that they were slightly more drunk than they had ever been around each other. Either way, she was glad that she let him. "One moment," He said, pulling his arm from around her and whipping out his phone that he hadn't touched all evening. He began to scroll through text messages and his face gradually fell, eventually, he raised his hand to his face and groaned.
"What's wrong?" Leah asked, genuinely concerned for him. Jonathan sighed placing his phone in his pocket.
"Remember that friend of mine?" She nodded as they stood to one side of the pavement to allow another man to walk past. "Well he may have a slight drinking problem," He told her through gritted teeth as if she'd judge him for his friend's actions. "And when he drinks, he gets mad at me and locks me out – he used to do it back in Avalon too," for a moment he laughed but then the realisation set in that he would have to kick the door down again. He'd already fixed it twice! Leah thought for a moment. Surely it was unfair to send him home to that hooligan when he was drunk and she doubted very much that he would take her to help him open the door.
"Urm… Jehovah?" She asked. He looked up at the sound of his real name as she recoiled nervously wrapping her arms around her thin waist which only accentuated her curves for him. "You could stay with me?" Leah offered shaking but not from fear but anxiety that he would refuse. Jonathan raised an eyebrow, unsure what his next move should be regarding her offer.
"Last week you could barely stand to be close to me and now you want to invite me back to your home?" He wasn't finished. "Keeping in mind, the place where you won't even let Katherine stay overnight," He was teasing. A sudden surge of confidence came over her as she stood tall and smirked.
"Now you know why she can't come over," He nodded assuring that he did. The amount of relics alone from her world would render the poor woman speechless. It's not everyday that you find out that an entire other world of fantasy beings exist in harmony with your own world.
"Well," Jonathan thought. "It couldn't hurt to sleep away from Dron for an evening," He smiled which was instantly mirrored by Leah! He wrapped his arm around her again causing her to exhale into the warmness of him around her, before they got in a taxi from the rank and made the journey in silent. Not an awkward silent but the kind of silence when two people are so contempt that there's no need for words. In the back of the car, Leah felt herself laying back against Jonathan's chest which caused a breath to catch in his throat before he curled his arm further around her.
It wasn't long before they had arrived at Leah's home, walking of course – she wouldn't dream of letting the driver near her door. The couple got out at a small store on the corner of a street only a few minutes from her house. Leah had a moment of doubt before she opened the door, where she froze, key in hand and pushed into the lock. What if he was afraid? What if he suddenly realised what he was doing and attacked her? Or worse, ran away? Leah bit her lip and pushed open the door, entering and flicking on the light. Instantly, Jonathan froze, looking around with a fearful look in his eye at the all the different articles around the room. Whilst she was gone, she noticed that Keomie had paid a visit and sent back her armour and sword which now hung in the open wardrobe, a note taped to the hilt with some tape which Leah noticed that her friend hadn't returned to its drawer.
The man stepped around the room admiring all the things strewn about the place. This would have been incredibly dangerous if Jonathan was just using her affection to gain intel on the court – this place was a goldmine for a spy. Jonathan gulped as his hand reached out and touched her armour – remembering what Leah looked like in it. "Jonathan?" She asked, appearing beside him, looking at her own armour in shame. "Are you alright?"
Where were his manners! She was a woman who did as she was told and worked for a horrible man who deserved his judgement – she was no worse than he was working for that bitch of a queen. Jonathan shook himself from his cruel thoughts and turned to her with a reassuring smile. "Of course, it's just a sight to behold," He laughed nervously. "And call me Jehovah, there's no need to pretend anymore," That meant a lot to her – more than she could say. Leah smiled as they stood there ignoring the armour behind them. He knew what he wanted to do but he didn't know if he could do it. Since he had fallen for her even as a human he had wanted to kiss her, there was something about it that felt so inviting to him. Though, due to Leah's extreme reaction to physical contact from men, he hadn't had much hope for this accomplishment. But now, he had come so far! She had touched him multiple times in the café, allowed him to put his arm around her outside of the restaurant and she had even laid on him in the taxi back! Was this an invitation? A door that she had left open for him to walk through?
Confidently making up his mind, he raised his hand and took her cheek, leaning down to gently brush her lips with his own. At first, she stiffened, she hadn't been kissed this attentively in years! Slowly becoming more and more confident in Jehovah's hands, she slowly released herself from her statue-like stance, melting into the kiss and letting her body flush with heat. The heat seemed to travel through her veins, warming her all over as she began to kiss back! Just as she was fully getting into the kiss, she gasped as his fingers gently touched her spine coaxing shivers out of her as he pulled her to his chest, her own arms reaching around her neck. Perhaps it was the excitement of defying that tyrannical bastard or perhaps she truly liked Jehovah but either way she knew that this was what she wanted. Before they even realised that they had moved, Jehovah tumbled back and landed harshly on the bed, pulling Leah down with him, their lips never leaving each other's.
Just as she felt a rush of euphoric bliss enveloped her, making her body swell with heat, he drew away, placing a hand on her shoulder to push her up a little. "If we do this," He began, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small bottle. Leah's eyes widened – glamour. "We do this properly," He was deadly serious. He uncorked the bottle and lifted it to his lips, Leah placing a hand over the rim and lowering it. For a moment, he was confused. Had she changed her mind? She leaned to the side, still straddling him, her dress messily riding up her thighs, and took a small knife from the table beside the bed. For a moment, Jehovah saw his life flash before his eyes, she was going to kill him! It was all a ploy to get him vulnerable before her! She grasped his shirt by the collar and yanked him up, pushing his jacket down his arms and throw it aside before silently reaching round his back and slicing a small slit down the back of his shirt. Of course! He was so caught up in the hypersexual moment that he had neglected to think about accommodating his wings. If he had taken that glamour his wings would have been crushed under his shirt and jacket. After a moment's hesitation, she took his hands in her own and guided them to the gathered fabric at the base of her thighs – there was no way she was cutting her only suitable human-looking dress! He obediently let her move his hands to her hips before raising a brow looking for confirmation once again that this was what she wanted. Leah turned her head and lifted her arms, waiting for the fabric to be pulled over her.
He worked the dress over her and threw it to the side. Before he could even react, she snatched the bottle from his hand, taking all of the glamour and kissed him, sharing the magic. As they kissed once again, this time Leah taking the lead, they felt the glamour change them. Once the tingling sensation of change was over, she pulled back and turned her head away embarrassed that she had just thrown herself at him like that! This kind of lust was something that she had never experienced before. For what seemed like hours Jehovah just admired her. In that moment, Jehovah had never seen anything more bewitching than Leana's true form. Even though she was even the most beautiful human he had ever met, he knew that the other students were too focused on their studies – considering theirs mattered unlike those of the two fey – to even notice Leah's inhuman beauty even when she was fully clothed and glamoured. They didn't know what they were missing. Jehovah declared in his mind that the superficial human world could keep their damn supermodels and anorexic-looking catalogue girls; this was what true beauty was. Her hair was long and curled, a deep rich purple halo glowing around her head from the light above. Her eyes, matching jewels that shined with genuineness, kindness and, in the moment, lust. Her breasts, even though still hidden under a human brazier, were the most perfect shape that nature allowed or perhaps they were just perfect to him. Her figure was so perfect, in fact, that he was jealous for the other girls in the world. "What?" She asked, beginning to recoil from the extended visual attention, crossing her arms over her chest.
Tenderly, Jehovah took her wrists, an act that would normally render her crippled with fear but this was gentle and kind. "Don't," He begged quietly. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Jehovah hadn't anticipated that possibly the most arousing experience of his life would be a distinct lack of contact to his nether regions but here he was, coming undone from anticipation under a woman who hadn't even touched him yet. Deciding to read the sign of consent from her face, he sat up and inhaled sharply, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her closer to lightly peck her pulse. Frankly, he had no idea what he was doing but he had heard enough from Dronolas and the other soldiers and he had awkwardly listened to all the things that Elixibur had asked him to do to her that he felt as though he had a pretty good idea- sort of.
Whatever he was doing, she seemed to like it as he continued to kiss further down this time, landing on her collar bone. Leana's hands touched his shoulders shakily as she began to shove the fabric slowly down his shoulders. Taking the hint, Jehovah pulled away from her, causing Leana to whine a little from revoking the attention, he wiggled the shirt down his shoulders and pulled it over his wings, throwing it somewhere on the ground. Looking back to Leana, he saw her eyes scanning his entire upper body, for a moment, she even glanced down below his waist wondering just what he was hiding under there. He noticed this and smiled internally, throwing his arms around her again and kissing her on the lips this time. This was the first time that Leana had kissed a man in this way without being interrupted – it was so alien to her that she felt as though her luck was going to run out at any instant.
Surprising even herself, she raised her hands to his head and curled her fingers into his forest green hair and even tightened it around her digits. Jehovah sucked in a sharp breath and his heart skipped a beat; did he like that? He still couldn't get over that not only was he sleeping with a woman for the first time but Leah – the quiet, man fearing human he had fallen for – was consenting to this. Deciding that he wanted more, he pulled away from her, briefly making eye contact with the beautiful woman before him who's eyes were just as lustful and hungry as he imagined his own to be.
Leana couldn't believe how beautiful he looked right now. His hair was tousled mess, his skin was becoming shiny with the beginning of sweat and his eyes looked up to her conveying just how animalistic he was in that moment – all for her. Jehovah undone under her was a breath-taking sight. After looking into her eyes for only a second, that had set him off again, he dove his face between her breasts and took one gently in his hand, the other placed on the small of her back for stability. Leana gasped as he kissed the tender skin, digging his head further and further into her bosom in frantic anticipation, Leana tipped her head back and held a breath in her throat when his bottom lip lightly grazed her tip. That felt good! At first, she was frightened that he would hurt her but that actually felt good. In that moment, she came to the realisation that perhaps a woman's breasts were supposed to be touched and fondled and not bitten like she had experienced before.
Jehovah was oblivious to the mental praise that he was receiving but he seemed content with the reaction he got that he took one of them in his mouth. Leana shrieked as she leaned back against Jehovah's other hand, having to place her own behind her on the bed to stop herself from tumbling back. Despite the violent change of position, Jehovah never dethatched himself from her. She could certainly confirm that the feeling of a gently tongue against her breasts was a far more pleasurable experience than teeth. Leana was so busy analysing this new development in regards to sexual habits that she had barely noticed when the tip of his fingers kneading her other breast gently glided over her second exposed nipple. She cried out and threw her head back, feeling faint from the sense of pleasure alone. So this was what good sex felt like?
Once she had gotten over the initial shock, she looked back to see Jehovah look up at her and remove himself from her breasts, raising his other hand to hold them both. His breathing was now just as ragged and shallow as her own. Leana had never anticipated the feeling of lust in her life ever again, but here it was, just as fresh and torturous as it had been all those years ago!
Now catching up to Jehovah's own animalistic lust, she reached to the clip of his trousers. He inhaled sharply, still unable to comprehend that this was even happening. He had only thought of all the possibilities regarding Leah, but he knew deep down that she would never have him yet here she was, wrestling with the zip of his trousers, fighting to reach his sex. Not even bothering to every try to remove his trousers, she caught a glimpse of his erection for the first time. It was daunting though not much different in size to the one that she was used to already, at least it would be nothing new.
For a moment, Jehovah felt almost embarrassed. Leana was the first woman to ever see him fully, not only that, but he was sat beneath her, legs agape to accommodate her between them, pants still around his waist yet his cock sticking out right at the poor girl.
Then the nerves came back to her. Her eyes lost their focus and she shakily reached out a hand but before she could touch him, he reached out and stopped her. Looking into her eyes, he clutched her hand, forcing her eyes to leave his crotch and find his own. "Leana," He gasped still shaken from the whole ordeal. "Do you want to stop this?" He asked. Well she had gotten further than he had anticipated but never in a million years could he take her like this with that look of pure horror and fear in her eyes. He wondered, who had hurt her? Leana shook her head and bit her lip, looking away embarrassed.
"When I was fourteen," She began, "Three men broke into my chamber and tried to rape me," That was not what he was expecting! "They were your men," She told him gravely as she looked him in the eye, she yearned for his reaction. Jehovah's heart shattered. Seelie soldiers tried to rape a child! Was he enlisted when it happened? Did he know them? He didn't want to think about it. Leana saw how her words hurt him. Betrayal was plastered on his face. Of course, how could the angelic subjects of the benevolent Seelie queen possibly do something so despicable? Even their own people were oblivious. "But this is different," She assured him, taking his cheek in her hand, still slick with sweat, forcing him to look at her with nothing but pity and remorse in his eyes. "I want this," She told him. It was true, she wanted nothing more than to know how he would feel inside her! It was like an addiction that she hadn't even had the chance to become addicted to yet, but she knew that she needed it. Jehovah's eyes didn't change, he simply refused to believe that she didn't feel obliged to do this.
As a final attempt to assure him that she was telling him the truth, she placed her hands on his shoulders and manoeuvred herself to straddle his lap, the tip of his erection tracing the sopping fabric between her legs causing them both to sharply inhale. Cautiously lifting his hands, he guided them to her hips and allowed his fingers to roam her sides, his eyes scanning everything in front of him before meeting hers for one last confirmation. The corners of her mouth pricked reassuringly as she boldly moved her hips slightly on his lap. That was like a final flick of the switch for him.
Jehovah placed one hand at the top of her thigh, the other on her back and flipped her around so that her back bounced on the pillows of the bed, her hair flying around her, framing her face perfectly. Looking into her eyes to see the shock resonate with her, he dipped down and kissed her again; this time with much more ferocity but she strangely liked it and kissed back hungrily.
Jehovah's hand cupped her cheek whilst the other roamed down the length of her body, pulling her knee up next to his waist, the contact of his fingers over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh causing her to jump. His mouth never leaving hers, his hand went from her thigh to then slide between her legs touching her far sooner than he had expected. It was warm and soft and absolutely dripping which was not what he had expected the female genitalia to feel like; not that he knew what to expect anyway.
Both Leana and Jehovah gasped as he drew his hand away. After getting over the thin surge of electricity that flowed through her entire body when he touched her, she looked up to him as he seemed to be delving into a world of his own. "Is something wrong?" She asked, she would have sat up if his body would have allowed it but she was stuck below him. Meeting her eyes, snapping back to reality, he shook his head.
"No!" He gushed as his cheeks flooded with heat. "I just… Didn't expect it to be that… wet," He said as though he seemed to have trouble finding his words. After a moment of processing what he had said, Leana laughed.
"That's what happens when women get aroused," She laughed before realising just what Jehovah was implying. "Jehovah, have you ever done this before?" She asked raising a brow and grabbing his arm that was propping him up reassuringly in her hand. He raised his own brow.
"That obvious?" He asked, worried that he had somehow disappointed her but he relaxed a little when Leana shook her head.
"No!" She gushed worried that he was underestimating the effect that he was having on her even in that very moment. "You're perfect," She whispered. "Please," She begged as she began to feel frustrated at the lack of contact. "Do that again," Leana tightened her grip on his arm which sent a wave of anticipation through him. In that moment, he begged that Dronolas had told him the truth and not just spouted nonsense stories to mess with him.
The tips of his fingers gently ghosted over her, touching just the right spot for a split second. "Shit," She gasped, gasping the sheets either side of her hand and curling under him. No one had ever touched her like this before and now it was all happening at once. Picking up on what he had done, he began to slowly graze his fingers up and down each time scratching that sensitive bundle of nerves and eventually focusing his efforts solely on that as Leana cried out, gently muttering his name. That did something to him though he wasn't even sure what exactly.
"Fuck," He hissed. He could only begin to imagine what she would feel like around him and the anticipation was driving him to madness. Snapping, he pulled himself up, poising himself perfectly over her and looking into her eyes one more time to confirm that she really did want this. Leana nodded breathlessly as she was too exhilarated to form a sentence, her eyelids betraying her and falling shut as Jehovah gently pushed into her. He groaned at the sudden warmth and contact as Leana sucked in a breath more from the anticipation of pain that never came. It didn't hurt! Normal, regular, loving sex didn't hurt! In that moment, Leana was flooded with so many emotions; the excitement of something new, the arousal from this intimate act, the fear that what she was doing was punishable by death.
Jehovah shook and threw his head back as her pelvis finally met his own. Leana grabbed his arm and dug her nails in causing him to growl this time! But once again, she wasn't scared; not even in the slightest. If anything, it motivated her towards her own climax. Now that was a feeling that she had never felt before, not in a nice way anyway. In the past it had always been that slow torture of being forced to reach that point and it hurt in the process, this was like nothing she had ever imagined. Jehovah let out a sound that she had never heard before, it wasn't like the past times when it was almost inhuman it was possibly the most human thing she had ever heard until she realised that she was doing exactly the same thing.
It's strange, she imagined that it was the exact same feeling as before but the simple change of situation and environment made it something totally different. They lay there for a long time, Jehovah's fingers gently rubbing her shoulder as she drifted off to sleep, comfortably in the arms of another man for the first time in her life.