Chapter 13

I should have been used to opening my eyes and seeing nothing but darkness, yet it still unnerved me how complete the darkness was. I reached out with my hand, feeling nothing at all, unable to see my own fingers even when they were inches from my eyes. The void was becoming familiar, yet still disorienting.

I turned my head, knowing what I’d see. There was the bright white house with the picket fence and the fruit barring tree standing tall in the yard. I picked myself up off the void I was lying on and walked towards the bright beacon in an otherwise dark world.

Standing in the yard was the fairy.

But she wasn’t the blinding radiance I had known across all our early meetings, the figure of pure light whose features had always been impossible to make out. Her glow was dim, the same way it had been the last time I was here, pulled inward and held beneath her skin like candlelight trapped behind thin paper. The blazing veil was gone, and in its place was the girl I had finally been allowed to see, her pale skin warm and living, her silver hair catching light that came from nowhere and everywhere, the faint vine-like markings tracing her skin with faint luminescence.

She was picking fruit, the way she usually did.

She moved along the base of the tree with that same care, reaching up to pluck a single glowing piece from a low branch, turning it slowly in her delicate hands and inspecting it. Her translucent wings shifted lazily behind her with each step, the membranes veined with soft light, twitching whenever she leaned to reach a higher branch. The basket at her feet was no longer overflowing the way it had been before. It sat nearly empty now, only a few pieces resting at the bottom, and she was filling it again one fruit at a time, like someone with all of eternity to spend.

The latch of the gate lifted under my fingers, and I stepped through into the yard. She didn’t turn at the sound, but I knew she had heard me. She kept her attention on the fruit in her hands, her pale fingers tracing its curves before she placed it in the basket.

I closed the distance between us, stopping a few paces behind her.

“Fairy,” I said.

“It’s Aurorelle.” her melodic voice said softly without turning around.

“Sorry ... Auroraelle.” I stood awkwardly for a moment, watching her reach for another piece of fruit.

“How many times did you spill your seed inside me?” She asked, becoming still

The fruit she’d been reaching for hung untouched on the branch, her fingers hovering an inch from it, and for a long moment the only sound in the yard was the soft hum of the tree.

“You don’t know,” she said.

“I lost count.” I admitted. “It was a lot. We went all night, or what felt like all night. You told me yourself the void moves slower than the real world.”

“I do know.” Her hand lowered, the fruit forgotten. “I know the exact number. I felt every one of them. Each time you filled me, the magic turned back into you while your seed flooded into me and settled in my womb. I held onto every single load because I wanted to remember what it felt like to be something other than a voice behind a light.” She finally turned, her starlight eyes finding mine, and they weren’t soft the way they’d been last time we were brought together. They shimmered, but there was a hardness at the edges. “Do you want to know what I noticed, in all those hours?”

I said nothing, unsure if it was a question I should answer.

“You never once asked my name.” Her voice was still gentle, almost sad. “You let me apologize. You forgave me. You held me while I cried and told you things I have told no one in all the time I have existed. You emptied yourself in me forty-seven times that night, and between each one you whispered things into my hair that no one had ever bothered to say to me before, things I will carry with me until the end of the world.” She drew a slow breath, the vine-markings on her skin pulsing. “And not once, during any of it, did you think to ask the name of the girl you were inside of.”

“I...” I started, but I had nothing to follow it with.

“To you I am still ‘the fairy.’” She turned the word over with a faint, bitter melody. “A thing. A force. The being who blessed your cock and resurrected your friends and pointed you across a continent. And you have never wondered, not for a moment, whether I had a name of my own.”

She bent and picked up the basket, settling it against her hip, and began walking toward the house, her wings folding tightly against her back.

“It’s Aurorelle.” she said again, softer this time. “You could have asked at any point between the first time and the dawn. You did not.”

“You’re right.” I said, following her towards the front door. “I should have asked. I was so wrapped up in the apology, the war, the gift, what it all meant for the girls, that I never stopped to think of you as ... you. I’m sorry, Aurorelle.”

“Say it again.” she whispered as she walked inside.

“Aurorelle.”

She set the basket down in the kitchen and closed her eyes, and a single glowing tear slipped free and traced down her cheek.

“Thank you.” she breathed. “I hope that when next you see me, you will remember.”

“I will.” I promised her.

She nodded once, then began to pull the fruit from the basket, placing each piece on the counter in a careful circle.

“Is there a reason you came here?” She asked after a moment. “A question you needed to ask? Something you wanted to tell me?”

“What?” I looked at her, confused. “I never come here of my own accord, you always bring me here while I’m sleeping.”

“Normally I do.” She placed the last piece of fruit on the counter and looked up at me. “But I thought you were aware by now that you can come here if you wish. The connection between us is strong enough now that you should be able to pull yourself here.” She walked around the counter and stood in front of me. “The connection runs deeper than you realize. You reached for it in your sleep, most likely, and it answered. You pulled yourself to me without even knowing you’d done it.”

“It wasn’t my intention, since everything has been going fairly well. It’s not that I don’t enjoy seeing you, but I figured we wouldn’t meet again until I finally settled my friends into a new home and we could figure out the next steps for this whole war.”

“I see.” Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she was listening to something distant. She then snapped her head to the right, looking out the window of the kitchen as if she could see something past the void. “Seems you didn’t come alone.”

I followed her gaze, but saw nothing but the darkness.

“There is a being out there, somewhere, in the void.” She said. “It’s very faint, but I can sense it. It’s like an echo of a person trying to exist where they shouldn’t.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“No ... I don’t think so.” She looked back at me. “No being here has power near a fairy’s home unless the fairy allows it.” She walked around me and back out the front door of the house. “Let’s see if we can find it.”

I followed her back out into the yard, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Aurorelle walked slowly, her bare feet silent on the ground, her head tilted as if listening for something.

“Come forward!” She called out into the void. “I know you’re there. There is no need to hide. I won’t harm you.”

For a moment, nothing happened, then slowly, a figure emerged from the darkness. At first it was just a darker shadow against the black, then more details began to form.

At first it was just a darker shadow against the black, then more details began to form, and I recognized her immediately despite not having seen her since that strange day in the elven palace. She was translucent, the way she had always been, her body made of light rather than flesh, and yet somehow more present than the darkness surrounding her. She was naked, pale, her silver hair loose around her shoulders, and her body was the perfect mirror of Princess Thalindria.

She moved slowly, and I found my eyes moving over her the way they had that day, the faint glow of her body tracing every curve with soft illumination. Her breasts were small and perfect, her nipples delicate, her waist narrow where it curved down into the gentle flare of her hips. Between her thighs the light gathered slightly, the same warmth I remembered, the same softness I had felt wrapped around me while she rode me, the same lips that I had watched part in silent pleasure. A copy of one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, rendered in living light, her bare feet finding the void beneath her carefully as she stepped forward.

Her violet eyes moved from Aurorelle to me, and when they found my face, they stayed there.

“Lumiel.” I said quietly.

Her lips parted. No sound came out, but she nodded once, slowly, her violet eyes soft with recognition. She took another step toward me, then stopped, as though she wasn’t sure how much further she was allowed to come.

“You know this creature?” Aurorelle asked, her eyes never leaving Lumiel.

“She’s called Lumiel.” I said. “I met her when I was being held by an elven Princess Thalindria. Lumiel was her creation. A reflection, she called it. Made from her own body and given life through light magic. Lumiel can’t speak, can’t act on her own will.” I paused, watching Lumiel’s face as I said it, the way her eyes dropped slightly at those last words. “Or she couldn’t. The last time I saw her she said a few words. First time she’d ever spoken.”

“Because of you.” Aurorelle said, turning to look at me.

“Because of me.” I confirmed.

Aurorelle was quiet for a moment as she turned forward once again, her starlight eyes moving slowly over Lumiel’s form.

“A reflection.” She said softly. “A copy of a living person, made from light and given wants without being given will.” She tilted her head slightly. “And yet here she stands, in my void, having found her way to you across whatever distance lies between this place and wherever her body last was. How very interesting.”

Lumiel looked down at herself, then back up at me. She raised one hand and pressed it over her throat, shaking her head once, then moving the same hand to point towards me. She took a step closer, then hesitated again, looking between Aurorelle and me as though asking permission.

“She won’t be able to cross the fence unless I allow her.” Aurorelle said. “And I’m not sure I should. She’s a product of the princess you were held captive by, is she not?”

“Yes, but...” I looked at Lumiel’s face, the desperate longing in her eyes. “She saved my life. Thalindria was going to kill me and Lumiel stopped her.” I stepped toward the fence. “There must be a reason why she is here, in this place, so far from her princess. I’d like to hear what it is.” I then turned back to the fairy. “Aurorelle, would you please allow her to enter your home ... so I may have sex with her?”

The fairy raised an eyebrow at my request, then shrugged.

“Very well. Lumiel, if you wish to enter my home, you may step inside. But know that if you attempt anything harmful toward myself, my home, or the Human, I will remove your soul from existence with a snap of my fingers.”

Lumiel nodded quickly and stepped through the gate. She walked directly to me, her bare feet silent on the ground, and without hesitation she wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing her naked body against mine as she buried her face in my chest. Her skin was cool but not cold, smooth as glass, and the softness of her breasts against me sent a rush of memories through me of the one time we had been together.

I hesitated for only a moment before I wrapped my arms around her in return, holding her lithe body against mine.

“You want to speak with me, right?” I asked quietly.

She nodded, her head still pressed to my chest.

“You know that means you need my cum, don’t you?”

Another nod, her arms tightening around me.

“There is something else I need to tell you. I can now make enhancements permanent.” I felt her still against me. “The way it works is simple. If I fill your womb three times, whatever gift my cum gives you becomes yours forever. The voice, the will, the ability to choose for yourself.” I pulled back slightly so I could see her face. “It’s up to you if you want that. But I need to let you know that this will be the first of the three times required. So if we go further, it will start you on that path.”

Her violet eyes searched mine, and then she nodded again, more firmly this time. Her hands moved up to my shoulders, and she rose up on her toes, her lips brushing softly against mine. The kiss was light, lasting less than a second, but it was her silent way of saying yes, of giving permission, of telling me what she wanted without speaking a word.

“Aurorelle, uh ... may we use your bedroom?” I asked, turning to look at the fairy.

“Quiet an unorthodox use of my home, but I see no reason to say no.” She waved her hand. “But I will not leave you alone, as I do not yet trust this creature who has shown up uninvited. So you may make use of my bed if you wish, but I will be present for the duration.”

“Understood.” I smiled, then took Lumiel’s hand and led her toward the house. “Come with me, Lumiel.”

She followed me inside, her fingers intertwined with mine, her steps light and silent, and I was struck by how different this was from the last time I had felt her hand. Back when we met, she had been pressing me into a marble floor as she fucked me, her warmth grinding against my cock while the princess watched. Now Aurorelle trailed behind us, watching with calm curiosity as we entered the bedroom with its large bed and soft covers. Another person to watch me and Lumiel as we gave in to this strange need that had brought her all the way to me.

I lay on the bed, my erection pointing to the ceiling as I waited for her. She looked down at it, her violet eyes wide as she remembered how it felt inside her. I could see the longing in her gaze, the memory of the pleasure I had given her before. Slowly she climbed onto the bed, her silver hair falling over her shoulders as she straddled my hips. She hovered above me for a moment, her hands on my chest, her light-filled pussy just above my cock.

I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face. She leaned into my touch, her eyes closing briefly.

“Are you ready?” I asked softly.