Old Ms. Gruzman

TYKE

With a key between my teeth, I bend over my precious slave. "Your reward." I'm caging her, my trembling arm about to go out of control while my other tries to contain my throbbing cock.

She lifts her trembling head, damp hair curled like tendrils over her face, gleaming thighs wide as her little toes brush against the birth of my groin. Fay's hotter than coffee, and how she's licking her lips, more addictive than caffeine, the cardiology ward not far from me...

She takes the key from my mouth, lust-coated fingers lingering at my lips. It's one of those drops in my ocean of cum that could tip the balance of this fuck paradise. This vicious envy to sabotage us frothing at my cock. But I swallow the idea immediately.

"Where's the... belt?" Cuteness on elbows, all eyes on my dick about to destroy her, her indecent staring is swelling my meat like a packed volcano.

Ican't resistgliding a thumb under her chin,can't resisther gaze climbing into mine. "Saved you some time," I whisper. She's gorgeous; her freckles sparkling in the moonlight are sending small beams into her feline eyes.

Living wonder...

My teeth grate, and soon wrack my worried bottom lip. Thisbug'sdone. I can tell. Fay's eyes are fogged, and as I pause over her secondary state, I wonder if we should push it further.

"Time..." she mutters, and soon I squint on her jittery mouth, curling into a mad grin. She catches my cock, already dying with pre-cum.

While she rubs away my tension, the grunts I free make her laugh wickedly. Taking advantage of her evil smirk, I dive closer, sending her head back onto this marble.

"Yes..." my lips husk against her forehead, "time." My nails across her collar are quick to travel to her throat. And they keep sinking into her skin, the flesh splitting at every growing pressure.Shit, I'm going rogue again.

I back off her neck fast, but behind mine, hands fold, catching me midway. "Easy, beast," she rasps, swirling her tongue over one of my tusks.

My hips ram against this improvised altar uncontrollably.I need to fuck.

"Tyke, am I too filthy to handle?"this unkind fairy taunts, brushing the back of her sweet hand down my feral cheek.The savage!

"There's no such thing as too filthy," I murmur, my hands imprinting in Fay's every crook, fold, and curve, massaging her fiercely.

Moans again and... fuck it.

With my clench on her thigh, I sling a quick arm behind her back and slither my hand up her spine before forking it into her golden strands. "I'll devour you."

I think she's looking at me, but I'm too engrossed with her parted mouth to eye-joust. It's because of her shivering breaths waving over her lip-licking tongue. There is enough sex craze built up in this bug to allow me to take whatever I want.

And I'm going to ensure she gives.

I slip one hand under her ass and, with the other at her nape, lift her off the counter. I'm holding her like a lover of wine admiring his vintage bottle—and oh, am I about to taste her.

Beginning with her throat, my mouth works down her body as it reclines in my grip, paving my tongue's path to her slit.

"Slave," I husk on her skin, escorting her clit toward me as if bringing a winged jar to my mouth. "My sweet, sweet slave." Fay's body is as light as a feather, numb, although it tenses now and then as if electricity charged. I smirk sharply, a tusk concealed under my lip.Oh, Fay... I'm about to charge you some more.I wait for her thighs to slide against each side of my neck and curl over my shoulders. Once these settle, I slip a finger into her back hole.

She cries at the top of her lungs, flapping her wings vigorously. "I damn you!" she cusses, freeing a chuckle from me, a chuckle that soon fades when her scent tears against my lips.

A quiet grunt in my throat rises into a commanding rasp, "Brace yourself."

Fay reaches for my head, fingers extending across my scalp. These little digits tug at my hair relentlessly as I drop my lips at the burning apex of her thighs. While my ears bathe in a stream of moans, my skin lifts to these compulsive, inescapable and irresistible pulls. "Fuck, you're a good girl." She's gorged with liquid lust. I can taste her want as it seeps into my mouth. Another hand slithers over my own, firmly holding the small of her back. It clasps around my index finger, dragging slowly down as I lick, peck and hover.

"Tyke…" Her suppressed cry spreads over me like a blanket of fire, setting my kisses alight. My tongue lurches over a small, hot, pulsing mound––a pink spiral that seems to weep, beckoning it for more. I answer its plea, slanting my tip gently into its central point until Fay's thighs quiver at my ears.

Silently, I chuckle at her lips, remembering not to overstay. I widen my mouth, keeping a lip at her tender spot. It rubs, relentlessly racking over it as I trail my tongue down her channel, fuck, she tastes so good. I want more of her, her quivering and her essence. I raise her hips and dive down.

Without resistance, my tongue enters her. Fay's grip turns into steel as a liberated yet stifled moan sends me into oblivion, and I shut my eyes to the sweet fragrance of her aroma swimming through my tastebuds...

My head yanks forth. Afar Vadok'n Ur'k! I groan ardently, paying back the favor with a nip at a fold while nails claw at my skull.

"A... Bastard!" Fay's breath rushes to the ceiling as my smiling gaze travels over an outstretch of purple moondust skin glinting from excessive desire. Eyes wander past her navel, up to her breast, until reaching her glittering collarbone, a guess of tender throat as it dips into the void...

I could end this session here; in fact, every session could last a figment so much I want her. But the excitement can't build up unless things last, and I want our mania to spill over.

A flash of light makes me blink, and I turn my head and freeze.

There's old Ms. Gruzman again. She's at her window, waving a flashlight across the night, nodding her ashen face in disapproval. I grin back at her. The first time I had a go at Fay, this demon called the police.Witch!

On the other hand, who can blame her? There's a naked orc in the opposite building, standing in a living room, holding the body of a fairy flat out in his hands, guzzling her cunt as if drinking from a spout.

I feel playful, so I chew on Fay's juicy lips, and as predicted, my little bug convulses. When I look back, this old bat's curtains are closed. My snigger goes loose. I guess I gave that lady something worth her while.

Speaking of which, my cock is throbbing, continuously reminding me how impatient it is. I think it's time for this fairy to swallow me whole—I've waited long enough.

With care, I bring her down, her legs slipping off my arms as I land her as gently as possible on the floor.

She's wobbling, her legs dancing like ribbons, herblue,blueeyes smiling at me. "Tyke?" she brambles, brushing some long blonde threads out of her eyes.

I smirk at her. "Time to suck, little slut." Not a moment later, my hand pushes her messy head down.

She sort of resists my pressuring gesture and mutters, "Little slut..."

The way she says it, rather than building me up, it destroys me.

My girl...With a knee on the floor, holding her tiny waist, my hands circle her whole and I try to capture her evading gaze.

Never before have I seen her so vulnerable.

My thumb wipes a soul-crushing tear from under her eye and stays there, endlessly caressing her cheek. "Amwaki, you're no slut. I'd never mean that." I don't know what's going on in her head, but I won't let her unusual self take the best of her... or us.

"Come with me." Once more, I pick Fay up, and while her legs wrap around my waist, I shower her face with all the kisses I have for her, which are met with Fay's cute laugh. I want more of that laugh, so I bite her throat while her cradling legs take me whole. "Mine, Fay. You're mine."

In return, she simpers against my chest, "You're no wolf, Tyke."

"Don't care."

As I gaze at her face, she tilts her head up, blushing. "Idiot."

Yes, most likely, but at least I managed to brighten her up, even if just a little.

I keep her tight against me and find us a spot on this sprinkled mess of a couch.

"Amwaki..." I've only got this word for her—it's the strongest I have; I don't know any better. I repeat it over her skin, placing this word all over her chin and shoulders. She pulls on my bun, freeing the hair I try so hard to hide. It falls, blending with hers as tips coil where our skin joins. She waves her fingers into my scalp, making me release grunts.

"Why did you have to cut it?" she asks.

"It's long. What are you on about?"

"Not the sides. You're shaved."

"You said, 'I wonder how you'd look with short hair.' Guess I met you halfway."I thought she liked it? She goes silent, so I add, "And I'm happy I went with it."

"Yeah... Isn't it part of your culture, though? Keeping them long?"

"I've still kept it long." I pinch her chin and smile at her troubled eyes as they rise into mine. "Bug, I'm good with it."

Fay's just sitting on my lap, her legs sprawled on each side, shoulders slumped. It's as if her gaze is bleeding out all her sorrows onto me. And because of it, this poor organ under my chest is cracked wide open.

I was going to fuck the fairy vigorously, tie back her fragile wrists and choke her climaxing throat hard, but the envy left me.

"Let me take care of you, Fay." With my hands under her inner thighs, I raise her, aligning my flexing cock. And slowly, I bring her down gently, taking my time, stretching hers.

Fay cries, arms awaking, her nails scratching my forearms, squeezing the flesh out of me as I enter her.

As I stiffen her spine straight, I try breathing in her every moan, to sip in her every breath as she takes me deep. Once fully in, I enlace Fay's hips and rock her on my groin, burning so fucking much for this woman. Iwantto stay inside her; IwantFay to sway on me,feelmy heat for as long as she likes.

"Bug, you run in my blood. Incapacitate me..." I catch myself whispering, my nails kneading into her love handles. I've got to keep thatgrip friendly, which is a struggle. Last time, Fay was striped with my scratches. No matter how giddily she pranced around me, flaunting her skin at me as if she'd earned them, there was no word to describe my shame. Sometimes I wonder if she has orc blood in her veins.

The lass grunts harder. Again lifting her, I let her slip down gently, imagining every tight curve of her walls as she descends on my length. Fay's toosmallfor me to kiss her nipples, toosmall to rush my mouth against her sultry breast, yet she's the perfectsize for controlling her body, small enough to manipulate her legs like light weights.

But it's not only a question of size... This fairy makes my eyes go dry. The more I see her, the more I want to be with her. Every time her eyes meetmine, her skin collides withmine, and her voice laughs withmine... Sha'tar, what if she was taken from me... The Fae Murders surface more and more in my mind lately. Her wings, to imagine them ripped, to imagine her bones smashed, skinned... her laughter and her kindness I call my home, gone. My fairy.

A need to check reality forces me to probe her body, all the more necessary to pull me out of the horrors hacking my thoughts. My hands rove across and between her threads, slithering, breezing, twitching their way down her breast. Obsessed with Fay's hourglass-shaped waist, I muse at how it drenches me in liquid sand as she rocks herself on me, her sweet sterling hands flat on my lower stomach. And I exhale to know she's there, close, more than just against me, but embedded…

I halt her midway, teasing her, torturing myself yet again. Then, at a snail's pace, descend her once more.

"Hurry... not," she slurs, throwing her head back, flooding my groin with so much fluid the couch is sopping wet from it.

As per her request, I fuckherslowly, all the moreintensely, stretching her tight inner muscles inch by inch, helping those stifled grunts, near muted, near primal, to tear out of Fay's mouth.

My arms work up and down a couple of minutes as I take in this sight, watching the tip of my cock appear, taking some air, nudging her entrance before slyly entering with a thrust ever slower than the previous.

There's a contraction strangling my rim tight.

Fay crashes against my chest and violently breathes, "Fuck!" against my skin.

I come with her, my breath joining her vibrations.

Fuck it is...

We've been quietly hugging in the dark for the past fifteen minutes, my wandering fingers tracing the curve of her gathered legs like addicts.

Hypnotic, a sixty-by-thirty mural painting behind the TV strikes a chord with me. Fields of endless wildflowers Fay has never seen, brushing over the wall, a moon casting a glow over them, dustings of green and blue... She said she made it for Donna, but I spotted this tiny detail on the left side: a little tent, its entry framed with two behemoth tusks... An orc hunter refuge hut. A sixty-by-thirty dream I wish to take my little artist one day.

I don't want the night to end. I want to keep Fay close, put all my heartbeats into her, and I hope she feels them. She must.

Against my chest, she's playing with my piercings, lost in her thoughts again.

"Bad day?" I can't erase the image of Fay blanking out earlier.

"There have been better ones..." she rasps.

"It's going to be okay. I'll help you move out, and you can do whatever you like afterward."

"Tyke?"

"Yes."

"Where were you today?"

I pause, transfixing my eyes on Fay's bedroom door across the room. But that won't help me in any way. "I was working."

"Patrolling?"

"Yes."

"Do you still do your patrols in this old junk the NOPD lends you? You know, the Chevrolet? Last I remember, it had this damp smell of socks." She chuckles softly.

I join her cheery state, my tension dissipating. "Yeah, we do. Why?"

I'm unsure as to why, but an overwhelming silence comes crashing down on my being.

Fay finally breaks the terrifying silence. "Someone must have stolen your Cadillac, then... Again."

I try keeping my pulse low, not allowing hesitation to mark a pause.

I could tell her I know Deon, that he's the closest friend I have. That we were temporarily separated into different divisions because I couldn't refrain from beating him up. That this morning, I sold him out as soon as Fay informed me about his Glow consumption. That this ass had the nerve to walk straight up to me, whining.

HR policy prohibits strangling, so I got suspended for the afternoon. So what am I left to say? That I stormed out of the commissariat and needed to breathe? Tell her I'm alone in the fairy murders case now, and I'll be sent to Los Demones next week, which infuriates me to no end. It's more than just a drag, it's a fucking hassle. That distress grips my throat, my limbs numb at the thought that I have to leave her behind in this shit-hole that is New Orc. Basically, tell her everything in my life is going up in flames?

Or I could blow up my surprise and tell her I'm taking her to Jor'kahal, how I'm planning our escape. Tell her I drove near the border today, trying to identify the roads, the number of rangers scouring the frontier, the cameras...

No, I can't.

I contain my sigh as Fay looks at me with a curious smirk. KO'ing me, paralyzing my bones, stuffing guilt into their cracks.

She can't look at me like that.

I turn away. The reflection I saw in Fay's eyes was one of a liar I can't bear to look at any longer.

But then, fuck.

I can't have her beaten down.

I just can't, not when I'm about to leave.

"I gave myboot copthe keys. He had some personal stuff to take care of."

It's now official.

I'm a liar.