22. Polina

POLINA

" I still think this is risky," he whispers. "They could be back to get us at any second, and I don't want anything to ruin the moment." There's an odd timbre to his voice, and I know he doesn't believe what he's saying. He doesn't think my knights are coming for me. It's obvious he doesn't.

But I know that they will. Deep inside my heart, I believe in them. If their princess cannot keep faith in her own knights, then who will? They're coming. They're just waiting to secure the hive first. That takes time. And maybe they're talking things over with Aunt Elza.

"Cal, there's no pressure to do this," I say, trying to keep the hurt out of my voice, though I know I'm failing. "This is not a command. It was merely a request, because I care for you. But I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

Calvin clears his throat and lowers his hands onto my shoulders. His palms are so warm, especially now that the night air has cooled everything off. Even though it's the beginning of the summer months, it's getting downright chilly out here.

"That's not what I said," he murmurs. "I definitely want to do this. I just wanted to make sure we wouldn't be interrupted."

I turn around to face him and smile. "I understand your fear. And yes, I've thought of that, too. But once we're back at the hive, that's it. I don't get to leave again until my maiden flight." I gesture with a single arm up at the night sky and say, "I've always wanted my first time to be underneath the stars. I know it's probably stupid, but…"

Calvin lifts my chin with his fingers as his gaze darkens. "No, no. It's not stupid. It's sweet. You want your first time to be outside, among the stars and flowers. That's memorable. I get it. At least, I think I do."

I nod. "Yes. So, you see … this is the only opportunity we may have."

He leans forward and presses his lips against mine as his fingers weave through the wavy strands of my hair. It's a strange feeling, having someone else touch my hair. Someone who isn't one of my handmaidens, whose ministrations were always mechanical in nature. They were doing a job, but Calvin is creating music with each brush of a fingertip. He deepens the kiss and presses me onto my back. Then he pulls away from my mouth to pepper kisses along my collarbone, down to the top of my bodice, which is now loose and ready to be pulled free.

Calvin's hands glide down my sides and gently pull my bodice down, freeing my naked breasts. He is probably used to human women. I'm not sure what they look like naked, but probably nothing like me. Does he find me appealing, or is he disappointed? I search his gaze for any hint of emotion, only to find him staring at my breasts like he's just opened a treasure chest filled to the brim with gold, like the kind I read about once in a human story called Treasure Island .

"You're beautiful," he whispers. He reaches for my breasts and gathers them gently in his palms, feeling the weight of them. It feels good, having them massaged like this, but then he surprises me again by licking one of them. His tongue rolls one of my hardened nipples, and it's a strange, welcome sensation that makes my thighs twitch in delight.

"How does this feel?" he rumbles in a deep voice I'm not used to hearing come out of him. It sends a shock straight through my clit.

"It feels…" I begin, but I'm unsure what to tell him. Honestly, it's too embarrassing to tell him how I really feel, so I lie. "I don't know. Fine?"

Calvin blinks. "Well, fine isn't good enough. Where can I touch you that will feel better than ‘fine,' Sunshine?"

I prop myself up on my four forearms and gnaw my bottom lip. "I'm not actually sure. I don't usually pleasure myself. It's not princess-like behavior, you see."

He scoffs, folds his glasses, and sets them aside. "Oh, that's a bunch of bull. Everyone deserves to feel good in their own body, Po. I guess I'll just have to explore for a little while until I hit a spot you like, hm?"

Cal kisses the skin beneath my breasts, then between them, until he trails down to the beginning of my pelvis. His scruff nuzzles against the tender skin there, making me giggle. Then he pulls my gown down the rest of the way, over my knees until I'm completely naked before him. Being on my back is difficult thanks to my abdomen, which keeps getting in the way, so I tuck it underneath myself and sit on it like a cushion.

This feeling of vulnerability sends panic into my heart, but under his gaze, I feel nothing short of miraculous. For once in my life, I feel beautiful. Aunt Elza and Florian were always insinuating that I was too big, too much, to the point where it felt like no matter what I looked like, they'd find some fault in it. In me.

"You look at me like you're stargazing. They're up there, you know," I tease as I look up at the moon. Still not a single cloud in the sky. Good. I hope it stays that way.

Calvin chuckles as he sits back onto his knees. "The stars have nothing on you, Po. In fact, you're probably making them jealous."

I blush. I can't help it. He's just so … kind. A rare quality in people these days. And it's never been a hallmark trait of the fae. While my colony has always moved together as a part of a greater whole, we are not impervious to some of the less-desirable traits that the fae exhibit. The trickster energy of our kind flares up every now and then, leaving me to knock my subjects back in their places lest they become unruly like the butterfly fae, who occasionally play tricks on my foragers. Nasty, gorgeous assholes.

But Calvin is just kind for the sake of it. He doesn't expect anything in return, and he doesn't make any sort of demands. He offers things simply because he wants to. "Thank you," I say, looking away from him. "Oh, you. You're too sweet."

He lowers his face between my thighs, and I lift an eyebrow.

"Not as sweet as you," he says, then takes a few steady breaths before he all but dives into my most sensitive area. The fur on my arms stands upright, and I suck in a sharp gasp. His tongue flicks in and out of my cunt, tasting me. When he lifts his gaze to meet mine, I notice the shimmering honey left behind on his mouth and cheeks. His eyes are heavy with lust as he stares at me. My thighs tremble.

"I can never get enough of your honey," he growls, sending a thrill straight into my heart, leaving me gobsmacked. "Never."

He doesn't wait for me to reply before diving back into my cunt like a starving animal. My hips buck against his face as the tension in my core tightens into a ball of liquid energy. Oh, sweet merciful sun. This feels too good. Cal's grunts as he gets more and more aroused make my own body respond in kind, and soon, I'm unable to keep my butt down on my abdomen. Noticing this, he places his palm flat against my stomach and chuckles.

"Down, girl," he rasps. He sits upright and yanks off his shirt and tosses it aside, baring his naked chest to me. A racy, very unprincess-like thought crosses my mind.

"Cal, what if … what if we position ourselves in a way that I can bring you pleasure with my mouth at the same time?"

Cal's body goes rigid at the suggestion, and for a second, I'm pretty sure I've said something wrong. But then my eyes dart down to his leaking cock. The thick vein in his shaft practically throbs. He's liable to burst soon, I realize.

"I'm sorry," I say quickly. "Did I say something wrong?"

He shakes his head, and his hair falls in his eyes. "N-No. Not at all. It's just … I've never sixty-nined before. Or… made love, of course."

Blinking, I ask, "What's sixty-nine? That's a number, right?"

His throat bobs. "Yes, but it's also the name of the position you're talking about."

I shrug. "Okay? So, can we try it or not?"

"Oh, absolutely," he says, and lies on his back. I'm surprised and amused by his eagerness. "Come over here and put your abdomen over my face. That's probably the easiest way."

I get up off my duft and approach him like he's a foreign entity, strange yet fascinating. He stares up at me and licks his lips. Clearly he's ready, but this is awkward. Still, I do as he says and loom over his lanky body before positioning my bottom over his face. But before I sit down, I hover.

"A-Are you sure, Calvin? Because I don't want to hurt you," I say.

Calvin sighs, and the coolness of his breath brushes against my cunt. It's enough to drive a girl mad.

"Polina. Sunshine. Sit down. Now," he grinds out.

I sit, and his tongue is instantly deep within my folds, devouring me. A cry escapes my throat, and I clap my hands over my mouth. Oh, sun! Clearly, the gods knew what they were doing when they gave this human a tongue and lips!

But there's no time to rest on my laurels. Not when there's a job waiting for me. His erection twitches, and I stare at it hesitantly for a few seconds before deciding to just … grab it. He lets out a deep moan as he thrusts his tongue inside of me. I try to ignore his delicious ministrations so I can focus on the task at hand: making him feel good, too.

I fist his cock in one of my hands as I use another to stroke his balls. My third arm reaches behind to stroke his abs, and my fourth holds back my hair as I lower my face over the tip of his cock and suck.

He bucks his hips and plunges deeper into my cunt until I feel like I'm about to explode. Don't come, don't come, don't come …

The orgasm rips through my body like a gale force wind, sending my thighs quaking. I buck my hips against his mouth as he lets out another suffocated moan. Oh, dear. Am I hurting him? Can he breathe? He slaps me on the abdomen, and I let out a startled cry. I lift my butt into the air. He gulps down a breath of air.

"Keep … going," he gasps. "Sit back down."

Far be it for me to argue with him, especially when I'm still in the throes of my orgasm. My entire body shudders as a thick buzz permeates the air. I lower my lips to his cock again and lap at the salty, sweet moisture that beads from the tip. Calvin's hips jerk, and I take him, all of him, into my mouth. He slaps me on the butt again, but this time I know it's because he's encouraging me, not trying to get my attention.

I bob my head up and down his shaft until my eyes water. Then he gently pinches my butt. I lift my abdomen from his face a second time and look over my shoulder at him.

His face is covered in yellow, sticky honey. My honey. "Slow down, Sunshine," he breathes. "You're going to make me come."

"But … but isn't that a good thing?" I ask with a quirked brow.

"Yes, but in this case, I'd like to delay it for as long as possible. I want to come inside of you."

Strange, but he knows his body best, I suppose. So I slide off of him and roll onto my side on the flower petal. Calvin pants heavily as he stares up at the stars, his expression dazed.

"Just … give me a sec," he says. "Need to regroup."

"Take your time," I murmur.

Soon, he rolls onto his side and rests his cheek in his palm. "Okay, sweetness," he says. My honey is smeared across his face like ruined lipstick. It takes every ounce of self control I have not to giggle at the sight. "Are you ready for the main event?"

I nod. "I … I think so. What do you need me to do now?"

"Get onto your back," he says, then pushes himself to sit on his knees again. "I want to look at your pretty face for this next part."