Prophylaxis - 21. Chapter 21

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Content/trigger warning: minor D/s, mean rapey people, scary words

I woke slowly, like rising up through water or emerging from a dense fog. I wasn’t disoriented, though. I knew where I was and what had happened. Some things I wished I could forget, though. It was hard to be upset at that moment, however. I was warm, in a comfortable bed, and safe. As an added bonus, I was wrapped around a lovely sleeping fae with hair like licking flames and skin like white gold. I reached behind me and patted the bed, Takashi was gone. I didn’t worry about it. I knew he’d be back. I felt too good to want to worry about anything. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so well.

My body was almost entirely healed. The only place that hurt was the burn on my chest. It still ached. It was better, but not completely healed. Swartbek had done a nice job. He’d freaked me out, but he wasn’t really a bad sort, except for that whole wanting to kidnap me thing.

I snuggled into Riley, drawn in by the feel of his smooth skin. I didn’t know if it was a remnant of the skin-hunger or if this was how it always was between fae. I wanted to bath his skin in my touch. He sighed softly in his sleep and shifted toward me. The blanket pulled, unbunching between us. My already excited cock was suddenly snuggled between his soft warm ass cheeks. I groaned as my hips rolled, nothing should feel as good as rubbing on Riley did.

A soft murmur and the feel of Riley pressing back against me let me know my bedmate was awake.

“Mmm, Mick…”

His drowsy breathy voice made my cock throb. He fumbled above his head. I was confused until he reached into a compartment in the headboard to pull out a small glass bottle. He pressed the delicate swirling glass into my hand.

“Please… take me…”

Don’t mind if I fucking do.

I poured the thick oil onto my fingers. It was warm to the touch right out of the bottle. I pressed my fingers between his tempting cheeks and found what I wanted. I wrapped my other arm around Riley as my slick fingers pressed into him. I started with two, knowing he loved a little stretch and burn. I worked the oil into him and then began spreading my fingers, opening his tight channel. I loved how he gasped and wriggled against me.

“Don’t stretch me.” Riley begged. “Just do it…”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I kissed his shoulder.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “I want it… Please.”

It was suddenly hard to catch my breath as desire wracked me. I felt the truth of his words and his burning need to be plundered, taken. I let it wash over me and sweep me away. I slicked my cock and shoved it into warm flesh. I clung to the fae as I found his resisting entrance and pushed my way inside. His shock of pain was like a cold wind over my skin that raised goosebumps all over. Riley cried out, but it was a sound of ecstasy not agony. I felt his delight skitter over me as he shoved his ass back, forcing me deeper into him.

His tiny whimpers and gasps were delicious as he rolled against me, taking control of his pleasure and mine. I hugged his back to my chest as his lower half moved freely. I grunted as he slammed back against me. I caught his rhythm and moved my hips with his, clashing together with every thrust.

I suddenly felt fierce, Riley’s dark wildness burning into me. I sank my teeth into his shoulder, making him squeal and buck. His hips never slowed as he fucked himself on my rigid length. As I held him against me, I dug my nails into his chest. With my free hand I dragged my fingernails down his thigh, drawing blood.

“Mick!”

Riley’s channel locked down on me, squeezing so tight it was hard to move. He shoved back hard and wailed his orgasm as he shot across the blankets without either of us ever touching his cock. I felt his bliss hit me like a wave of water to the face. I gritted my teeth, not ready to give up yet. I grunted as he tightened and released around me, both of us shaking with it. When Riley was spent he slumped over with a euphoric sigh.

I pulled out of him still hard as stone.

Something wild thrummed in my chest. This had never happened to me before. When I fucked, their orgasm became mine, pulling me under with them. The only time my orgasm was mine was when I came first or I came alone. Something had changed. Riley came, I felt it. It ripped through him like a scalding wave. It flowed through me, but I didn’t let it pull me under.

I wiped my erection on the edge of a blanket, cleaning it roughly. I yanked a limp Riley onto his back. He made a questioning noise as I climbed on top of him. He gazed up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I slapped his cheek, not hard, but enough to get his attention. It was unusual for me to slap someone on anything but their ass during sex. Playing with Riley made me feel fierce and edgy.

“You aren’t fucking done,” I hissed.

The fae’s eyes widened, his breath quickening as his glowing green eyes flicked from my face to my cock. A little smile curled the corners of his mouth.

“Suck it.” I thrust my hips forward, tapping his lips with the tip of my cock.

Riley licked the precum off his lips as his eyes twinkled mischievously. “Make me.”

I was still for a moment, heart suddenly pounding, before I lunged forward. He wasn’t that much smaller than me, but I was quickly discovering I was stronger and faster. I wasn’t sure that was true before my glamour broke. I pinned his wrists above his head and loomed over him. I shoved my cock at his lips, but he pressed them closed and turned his head.

I growled low in my throat. Challenge accepted.

I shoved his arms down so I could pin them under my knees. I paused, sensing him for any pain. He had some discomfort, but he liked it. Good enough.

“I love playing with you,” I admitted with a grin. “Now open up.”

At some point during my dental career, I figured out that some people will close their mouths when it’s unsafe to do so, and I had to make them open whether they liked it or not. I’ve kept people from swallowing things they shouldn’t or kept them from closing when they had an endo drill in a tooth. I tried it out on the stubborn little fae under me, jamming my thumb in just the right spot on his temporomandibular joint. Riley’s mouth popped open reflexively and I shoved my cock inside.

I groaned and grabbed his ruby and orange locks in both hands. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

His mouth was hot around me as he quit fighting. His pretty green eyes rolled up to look at me as he began to suck. His mouth was like frigging heaven. I bobbed my hips forward, rubbing my tip at the entrance to his throat. Riley made a little happy noise, so I pushed deeper as he wriggled his clever tongue on my shaft. I moaned, pulling out and pushing back in just as quickly. Riley’s moan echoed mine, vibrating along my cock.

I tightened my grip in his hair, holding him still so I could fuck his mouth. His noises of excitement were muffled as I moved. It sounded beautiful to me. I peeked over my shoulder to see his cock hard again, dripping precum. He was having a very good time.

Kinky little fae. I loved it.

I kept one hand in his hair, holding his head steady for me to pound his mouth. I reached back with my free hand to tickle the tip of his dick. He squealed, sucking at me with even more vigor. I grinned and continued to tease him while I pumped my hips, forcing my cock into his throat. I felt myself climbing as I panted over my fae lover. This orgasm was mine, just mine. I teased Riley’s length, pausing only to pinch his nipples, with no intention of getting him off with me. Maybe it was cruel or selfish of me, but I wanted this to just be mine.

I groaned as I fucked his mouth, wallowing in my power over another man and the pleasure he could bring me. Riley’s eyes watered as I forced myself deep and held myself there. When I finally pulled back he sucked frantic breaths through his nostrils as I set a wicked pace thrusting into his throat. I moaned loud, one hand tightening in his hair, the other squeezing his cock as I finished climbing and fell over the edge. I shot hard into his mouth, grunting.

He fought to swallow everything I gave, doing a very nice job. He didn’t spill a drop. As the buzzing slowly receded and I came down from my high, I blinked stupidly at the amazing man under me.

“Oof,” I grunted as I let myself fall to the side off of Riley.

I scooted down to catch his lips with mine. I swept my tongue in his mouth, tasting myself. I snuggled into his side as I kissed him, trying to put all the bliss and wonder of that orgasm into the kiss. When I pulled back his cheeks were pink and his lips swollen. Very nice.

“That was amazing,” Riley whispered.

“It’s not over yet,” I murmured with a peck to his pert nose. I grabbed his wrist, lifting it to put his hand on his own cock. “Cum for me. Show me.”

Riley sucked in a breath, his fingers wrapping around himself. I pushed on his arm, urging him to move his hand to stroke himself. I let go and he kept up the movement on his own. I rested my cheek on his chest to watch the show. His breath hitched as he rolled his fist around his cockhead. Yummy.

Something was poking me in the side. When I fished it out, I was happy to see it was the little bottle of slick. I dribbled the warm oil over Riley’s fingers as they moved faster over his length. I hummed happily as I watched his pace quicken until his hand was nearly a blur. His breaths came in short gasps and his legs straightened and tensed, bowing his back. His flat belly tensed, revealing the definition in the muscles. His hand didn’t stop even as a strangled groan fell from his lips and he shot pearly white strands across his stomach and fist.

It was beautiful.

The tension left him and his body fell back to the bed like a puppet with its strings cut. His arm flopped to his side as Riley let out a heavy contended sigh. I kissed his warm skin and shifted to look up at his face.

“Now we’re done,” I told him with a wicked grin.

“Well, good,” he responded. “I’m not sure I could survive much more.” He ran his fingertips over my thigh. “Not that it wouldn’t be a fun way to go.”

We lay snuggling for a while before we both admitted we needed to clean up.

The bathroom was surprisingly modern, with a toilet, bath, and shower. It was definitely no ordinary bathroom, though. The tub looked like it was made from a single hollowed out rock with all its edges smoothed. The toilet was similar, a big rock chipped into the shape of a potty. There was a handle on a rope, but I couldn’t see the tank for the toilet water. It was above the ceiling or behind the wall, I guessed. The floor of the shower was the same dark rock as the toilet and tub, just flat with a lip around the edge. There was no curtain or door to the shower. Instead of a showerhead, it looked like the water would flow out over a bit of rock jutting out of the wall to make a little waterfall. I was worried about getting the carpeting wet until I realized it wasn’t carpeting at all. It was some sort of soft moss. The fixtures all looked like they belonged in an old manor, with fancy curls of metal.

Neat.

I claimed the shower and Riley wanted the tub. It was probably best to be separate so we didn’t get all frisky again. I adjusted the faucets, impressed when the water warmed immediately. It flowed over the rock sticking out of the wall like I’d suspected. I stepped under a warm waterfall and let out a happy sigh. It felt wonderful. Even better, I wasn’t going to need to hurt myself afterwards to get rid of emotions that had stuck to me.

Everything was amazing right now. So many things were changing for the better, I could hardly keep up.

I smiled when I saw Riley slip into the steaming water of the tub.

“This bathroom is really something.” I took a fancy glass bottle off a small rock shelf and rubbed a drop of the contents between two fingers. It seemed like shampoo. I dumped some in my hand and lathered up. It smelled divine. “Everything looks custom. It must have been a lot of work for someone.”

Riley was looking through his own set of shiny bottles.

“Oh, I doubt it,” he told me absently. “If the dark court is like the light court, the Hollow probably made all the rooms itself.””

“Hollow?” I paused, squinting at him through the bubbles running down my forehead. “Wait, are you telling me this bathroom and the rest of our rooms made themselves?”

“Probably.” The redhead added something from a bottle to his water. “The land is alive and carries a lot of magic. I’m not sure how sentient it is, but it sees to the needs of its people. If the population increases, more rooms appear and other rooms get bigger. The land provides. Fae lands are called Hollows. The Seelie has a Hollow and since this is the Fae land of the Unseelie, this is their Hollow.” Riley splashed his hand in the water, making bubbles foam up. “But like I said, that’s just how the lands of the Seelie are. I’m assuming it’s the same here.”

I finished washing up, pondering the implications and possibilities of living in a place that was truly alive. It made me want to see more of it.

“Do you think it would be alright if I go look around some?” I asked while drying off with a ridiculously large and fluffy towel.

Riley was still lounging in the tub.

“Takashi said it was safe in this area, so I don’t see why not,” Riley said from within his fort of bubbles. “It’s just rooms and apartments around here, apparently. Just don’t go far and watch out for grumpy fae. If you don’t bother them, they shouldn’t bother you.”

“Sweet,” I said with a grin. “Enjoy your bath.” I blew some bubbles out of the way so I could give him a kiss before I left.

I found some clothes that fit me in the dresser. There weren’t any zippers or buttons and after a few failed attempts, I thought I got everything tied the way it was supposed to be. I was barefoot, but the floors weren’t cold. I peeked out of my door, looking for anything threatening. I didn’t see anyone around, so I stepped out, letting the door click shut behind me.

The hall was like I remembered, with tall arches. I looked at it differently, knowing it was alive. I traced my fingers along the wall, wondering if the Hollow could feel me. I wondered if I could feel it, if I tried. I spread one hand on the smooth wall and closed my eyes, trying to sense it.

No, not it… her.

My hand was suddenly warm where I touched her. She was slow, sluggish, like she was asleep and we were in her dreams. I tried to catch a thought, but everything was too big for me to get a hold of. I could see the ebb and flow of emotion, though. Even at this scale I could recognize them easily. She was languid and mostly content. I found myself glad that the Hollow wasn’t unhappy. There was love there, too. She loved the tiny lives running around inside her, even if she was generally oblivious of most of them.

I tried to probe deeper, amazed that something like this could be alive and sentient. Her mind shifted in her sleep and I followed. Suddenly, the sleeping behemoth wasn’t asleep anymore. The Hollow was awake and she was looking at me.

I about peed my borrowed pants.

The weight of her awareness was massive. I was drowning in her curiosity as it swamped me. Her thoughts were too quick and numerous for me to catch more than a hint of them, like a shining school of darting fish. It was warm, though, and soothing, even as I drowned. There was too much of her to take and I couldn’t seem to pull away. She examined me carefully. The feel of me was interesting to her and she liked it.

She liked… me. This was awkward and weird.

I felt her prodding at me curiously. It was smothering. She didn’t mean anything cruel or rough, she was just so massive and I was so very small and insignificant next to her. I felt lost.

“Mick!” I heard from far away. “Foreigner Mick!”

I blinked my eyes open to a familiar face, but I couldn’t place her. She was very lavender from her skin to her hair, with dark eyes filled with annoyance. Half my body was stuck, unable to move. As I looked around I realized why, half my body was submerged into the wall.

“Foreigner Mick,” the lavender fae frowned. “What are you doing?”

“I’m… not actually sure.” Suddenly I placed her. “You were there when I got here.”

“I’m the healer’s apprentice.” She crossed her arms over her breasts. “He wasn’t… pleased with me that I allowed you to be healed by another. He’s asked if you would see him. He doesn’t trust the pain eaters to do as artful or complete a job as we can.”

“Is he far?”

“Just down the hall.” She raised a perfectly arched brow. “If you are free?”

“Hardy-har,” I snarked. “Seriously, though. Do you know how to get me out of this?”

“The wall?” she asked. “How did you get into it in the first place?”

“I don’t know?”

“Do you know anything?” She sighed heavily. “Why on earth would the King be interested in one as you? You’re helpless.”

Well, that was hurtful… and true.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, seeking the Hollow again. She was there, still watching me. I tried to ask her to let me out of the wall. I couldn’t really talk, so I thought it at her… really hard. If that didn’t work I was left with charades. I was surprisingly terrible at charades. I felt more than saw her sadness at my wanting to be free.

When I opened my eyes, I was out of the wall and back in the hall. I patted my body down. I seemed to be none the worse for wear. I patted the place in the wall where it had swallowed me. It was solid. Amidst all the patting, I noticed something bouncing around on my wrist. It was a wooden bracelet about twice as wide as my thumb. The surface was smooth but unvarnished. On one area there was an intricate carving of a tree with a large open space in the trunk. It was beautiful. I tried to slide it off to get a closer look, but I couldn’t get it off. No matter how I pulled, it stayed on my wrist. It was strange because it seemed loose on my wrist when I wasn’t messing with it. I’d have to ask Takashi or Riley about it later.

Someone cleared their throat conspicuously behind me. I turned. Oh yeah, lavender chick.

“If you’re done?” she asked with an arched brow.

“Uh, yeah.” I hid my hands behind my back to try to stop the temptation to play with my new bracelet. “Lead on.”

We went down a long hall filled with doors. I found myself examining the doors as we went by. They were all different in interesting ways. It made me wonder what was behind them and if the Hollow had made them to reflect what was inside, especially some of the intricately carved or wildly painted ones. We stopped in front of a plain dark door. I was a little disappointed it wasn’t one with a bit more pizazz. My guide knocked on it with two sharp raps. I didn’t hear a response, but she opened the door and went inside. I followed.

Unlike my room, the entry didn’t open right into the bedroom. It was more like an apartment. I followed the fae woman through a sitting room and into what resembled a smaller version of my high school chemistry room, only with less formica and more slate and fancy woodwork. Beakers, graduated cylinders, Bunsen burners, and test tubes as well as a myriad of vials and bottles filled with who knew what were carefully lined up and organized on every spare surface.

A tall thin fae was standing over a beaker bubbling with a murky blue liquid. His long hair was the color of wheat and secured with an intricately knotted string of leather. As he moved, his pale ponytail swished from side to side just above his ass. He looked to be about as tall as Takashi, which was a damn bit taller than me, but he didn’t look as sleekly muscled as my lover. His skin was that tan color that didn’t look like it came from time in the sun, more like that was simply his skin color.

“I see my apprentice found you.” He spoke without turning around. “I just need to finish this and I’ll be with you. Please, have a seat.”

I awkwardly settled onto the only chair, which was a stiff-backed love seat. The lavender apprentice stood behind me, not helping me relax. It made me want to whip around and look at her to see if she was pulling faces or making bunny ears with her fingers. I controlled myself.

“Such a shame about the misunderstanding.” The man stirred in some mysterious powder which sizzled ominously and made the room stink like old onions. “I was simply exhausted from a healing earlier in the day. I just needed a few minutes to regain my strength.” He tapped his glass stirring rod on the rim, making the beaker ring like a bell. “When I was rested and ready for you, I found you’d been taken to one of those awful slimy creatures that are as likely to eat you as heal you. You’re lucky you came out in one piece.”

No comment seemed necessary, so I sat quietly and watched him putter with his advanced chemistry playset.

“You can imagine how upsetting it was to find you’d gone off and not given me a chance to give the healing I’d prepared for.” He laid the glass rod down on the slate counter. “I set aside time and energy for you at the request of my king. I wasn’t pleased.” The healer finally turned to me, showing flashing yellow eyes and a long face pulled in a frown. “And the King wasn’t pleased with the situation.” His long nails tapped impatiently on the slate. “And who do you think was asked to explain all this to the displeased King?”

His sickly yellow eyes bore into me as the silence stretched. It was apparently not a rhetorical question.

“Uh… you?” I supplied helpfully.

“Of course, me!” He slammed his fist down, rattling glassware and making me jump.

The apprentice reminded me of her presence, her long fingers pressed into my shoulders, forcing me to lean back in the seat. Cold fear snaked into my belly.

“Who do you think you are putting me in that kind of position?” He demanded. “You need to learn how things work in the Court of the Unseelie Fae.” He picked up the beaker of bubbling inky slime. “You need to learn your place,” he hissed at me as his apprentice’s nails dug in to hold me in place. “When you’re told to wait, you wait.” The healer snagged what looked like a paintbrush but I was a little busy trying to wriggle off the loveseat to pay much attention. “And there are consequences for what you’ve done,” he snarled.

A lavender arm reached down toward my crotch, causing me to try to squirm away again. She stopped at my stomach, though, yanking my shirt up to my chest. The healer sloshed his paintbrush in the beaker, getting what seemed to me to be an overly generous glob of goo on the bristles. I let out an undignified yelp as the brush smeared a broad swath of inky blue slime across my belly. I gasped as it stung my skin, feeling like a chemical burn.

“The fuck?” I stammered.

“This is a fun little spell I learned in exchange for healing a harpy,” the healer explained as he stood and returned his beaker and brush to his little mad scientist area. “It’s crude and simple, but handy. In two words or less, it will show me your greatest fear. Then, to punish you for your actions, I’ll expose you to it. Hopefully, you’ll learn your lesson.”

“Shit… fuck…” I hissed, scrubbing wildly at my stomach with the hem of my shirt.

It didn’t help. The blue crap was stuck to me. I’d probably need some kind of solvent to get it off. The lavender chick grabbed my arm again and pinned me back to the chair. Playing with Riley had left me cocky. Either I wasn’t as strong as I thought or she was just that ridiculously strong. Either way, I was stuck, unable to stop the healer when he pulled my shirt back up. I fought back a whimper as the burning increased. Looking down, I saw that the blue was disappearing, seeping into my skin. As the last of it disappeared I couldn’t hold back my scream. As I breathed raggedly, the healer laughed as he read the words that had appeared in blue, like an ugly bruise across my stomach.

I read them too.

“Oh, fuck no!” I shouted, bucking against the vise grip holding me down.

“I guess this won’t be such a chore as I thought it might be,” the healer said with a laugh. “I thought we might get something like giant rats or drowning in lava. This is much easier and more fun.”

He slapped me hard across the cheek, making my eyes water, before he unfastened the ties on his shirt and pants. The healer grabbed the waist of my pants and tore the tie before yanking them down. He landed his fist in my gut right over those awful fucking words.

VIOLENT RAPE

I tried to buck free as he flipped me over, earning a kidney punch that left me wheezing. As he exposed my ass to him something in my head snapped. I couldn’t do this again. I couldn’t take it.

“Stop!” I shrieked like a banshee. “Get off me!”

A sudden silence stretched, bursting with tension so great I could hardly take a breath. Then it snapped and the healer and his apprentice were in motion, stepping away from me as though I’d burned them. My head tingled strangely. I turned around and sat up, putting a hand to my forehead. The healer stood close, pants drooping and fists opening and closing angrily.

“Get back,” I hissed, not wanting him near.

I was shocked as he stumbled backwards and stood staring at me angrily. My hands shook as I fumbled with the torn ties on my pants. I wanted out of there, but it was suddenly desperately important that my pants be tied when I left. Tears pricked my eyes as I swore at the broken strings that refused to come together in a simple bow or knot.

I yelped, fingers flying off the laces when the door crashed open. A huge black cat leapt into the room followed by a much smaller flame-haired fae. The monstrous cat swept the room with his amber eyes, taking it all in. He saw the healer and his apprentice with the rage of thwarted revenge on their faces and the healer’s untied pants and shirt, my tear-streaked face with one cheek red and swelling, and my torn pants.

Takashi was not a happy giant monster kitty.

He roared as he dove for the healer, knocking him into the counter and scattering glassware everywhere. Riley scurried over and snatched my hand, dragging me upright. As I stood I saw the apprentice had plastered herself to the wall, getting as far away from Takashi as possible. Riley pulled me, stumbling, across the room and out the door.

“W-wait, my pants,” I stammered.

Behind us, the healer screamed.

“Hold them up,” Riley ordered. “I’m getting you back to the room.”

I was too shell-shocked to argue, so I held up my pants and let him hurry me through the halls, back to what I hoped was safety.