Welcome to Willowdale Ch. 01

The library was hushed, pages whispering under the dim glow of old chandeliers. Damien barely pretended to study--he was only here for her. He didn't know her name, only that this deserted corner of the library had become her haunt. And now, he had claimed it as his own too. Ever since that first encounter, he'd returned, hoping fate would be kind and that he'd catch another glimpse of her. And over time, he had.

Her long dark hair, such a contrast to her pale skin. Her style was impeccable, some flavor of goth. Short skirts that did nothing to hide her thighs. Her every step punctuated by the fall of heavy black boots. Once, she wore fishnets, and Damien hadn't managed to read a single page.

He'd never actually said anything to her. Just a smile now and then. But when she smiled back? It was everything, a slight gleam in her dark eyes that held his gaze just a little too long.

If Damien cared to think about what he was studying, he might have noticed that he hadn't turned a page in quite awhile. But just as he was daydreaming about finally introducing himself to her, she appeared as though summoned by his thoughts.

Damien heard her before he saw her, as was often the case. Her heavy boots stomping through the labyrinthine shelves of books. It made him smile - she was such a tiny thing, just a little over 5 feet in her thick-heeled boots, but she made such a ruckus. As if she needed any more help claiming his attention.

As he looked up from his art appreciation textbook, he saw her emerge. She was wearing an all-black long sleeve shirt, tucked into her short, red plaid skirt that flared out to accentuate the curve of her hips. And yes, those fishnets again. The dark webbing traced over her pale, creamy legs, and Damien ached to reach out and touch her. Caress her. Slide his fingers under her stockings. Instead, he smiled, and she smiled back. Unceremoniously dropping her backpack on a nearby desk and collapsing into the chair as though she had just run a mile. She let out a loud sigh.

Damien's eyes were concentrated on his book, but in his peripheral vision he saw her unpacking, taking out books and a laptop from her bag. The crossing and uncrossing her legs driving him to distraction. But then she stood up, her chair squealing abruptly against the floor, as if she had forgotten something. And she marched off into the stacks of bookshelves, returning after a minute or so. But when she returned, she didn't go back to her table. No, she approached him instead, placing her hands on the edge of the table and leaning towards him.

"Uhm, hi. I was wondering, you look kinda tall... Could you help me reach a book?" She looked embarrassed asking, and as Damien looked up at her, he couldn't help but smile.

"Of course, just lead the way," he responded, shifting his chair and standing up to his full 6'2'' height.

"Wow, yeah, you'll do," she said with an amused curve of her lip, quickly turning and stomping through the library, weaving through the maze of shelves like she had a map he couldn't read.

Damien trailed behind, increasingly convinced that the only way back to their original spot would be to keep her in sight. He wasn't complaining.

Apparently she found what she was looking for, because she stopped suddenly, and tried stretching out, standing on her tiptoes with her fingers just inches away from the tallest shelf. "See that one with the blue spine? It's that one... right... there!" She tried hopping a little on the last word, straining to reach.

"Here, let me try," Damien replied, scooching closer and getting a whiff of her perfume, like boozy dark cherries and almonds mixed with something a little woodsy. He reached for the book, taking it down, about to hand it to her when the title caught his eye.

"Magickal Histories of Kreatures?" Damien read out loud. "You need this for a class?"

"Yeah," she said, laughing a little as she took the book. "It's for a paper about magic. You know, how all folktales mention magic, like it's something that was accessible at one point in time! And not just magical creatures, but actual humans doing magic. Like it was actually possible."

"I mean, maybe it is?"

"You think so?" Her eyebrows raised in question.

"Sure, I mean, in a way right? I'm a music major, and I think creating music, creating any kind of art really, is like magic in a way. True creativity? It's like its own form of magic, isn't it?"

She was no longer smiling at him, oh no, she was beaming. "I like that! Oh I like that a lot. It reminds me of the Fae, of stories I mean--how Fae always abduct talented humans into their Courts. They're supposed to be these magical beings but... Somehow, they still need human magic..." She trailed off, her eyes distant.

This was his chance. "Hi, I'm Damien."

She shook her head and smiled at him, extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Liu Na."

As his palm touched hers, his fingers wrapping around her hand, a spark passed through them, shocking them both. "Sorry about that!" he apologized with a laugh.

"Don't worry about it," she said as her eyes gazed into his, just a little too long, like their handshake.

But soon Liu Na was back to business, once again stomping through the library, leading him back safely to their spot. Once they got back, Damien dropped into his chair with a soft sigh, unsure whether to feel relieved or disappointed. Was that it? Just a moment of interaction and then silence?

"So, Damien..."

Her voice cut through his thoughts. The way she said his name was so sexy, as if she enjoyed the taste of every syllable. "What are you working on tonight?"

"Me? Oh... I'm working on a paper for Art Appreciation, about surrealism," he said, stealing a glance at his laptop. The Google Docs page was completely empty, the blinking cursor brutally mocking him. "It's uh, it's coming along," he lied with a lift in his voice.

"Ohhh surrealism! When is it due?"

"This Wednesday," he grimaced. It was Monday, and he'd meant to start earlier, but...

"Oh that gives you plenty of time! You know the best way to understand surrealism, right?"

"No..?"

"You've got to try some shrooms! Have you ever had any before?"

"Oh, I haven't actu-"

"Then it's settled! Tonight we focus on writing our papers, and tomorrow I'll bring some for us to do together. I guarantee it'll make your paper so much better."

"Yeah? Okay, that sounds fun."

"So we have a deal then?" Her voice changed as she asked, suddenly serious, her eyes looking at him with an intensity that nearly took his breath away.

"Yes..." Was this a date? Did he just agree to a date?

"Okay, then let's get to work! I'll proofread your paper and you proofread mine when we're done," she stated it like a fact, not a question.

An hour passed, then two, and Damien somehow focused enough on his essay, though it was difficult with Liu Na sitting right there. She kept drawing his attention as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, eventually propping them up on the table as she leaned back in her chair, laptop on top of her thighs as that red plaid skirt rode up, exposing more of her fishnet-clad skin. But he somehow managed, and he had a chance to just admire her in all her glory as she typed furiously on her laptop, occasionally cross-referencing her books.

Her hair was silky smooth and long, cascading down to just above the small of her back. She had full lips, and she nibbled on her bottom lip in concentration while focusing on her paper. Her eyes were dark and expressive, and was that the glimmer of eyeshadow on her lids? Her skin looked soft, and Damien imagined touching her, running through her hair and entangling in it as their lips brushed.

Her eyes flicked up to his, and she smiled, her arms stretching up and above her head as Liu Na hissed out, "Yessss! Finished!"

He smiled meekly, wondering if she had noticed him stealing glances at her for the last few minutes. "I'm done too."

"Let's swap laptops?" she asked, already offering hers to him.

Damien hoped his wasn't too bad as he started reading hers, but all thoughts of that soon disappeared as he read her paper. The title alone was confusing. "The Effects of the Pact of Prague on the Fae Courts." He looked up at her in question at first, but she was already focused on his own paper. And as he read on, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of class she was taking. Her paper had this perspective as if monsters were real, talking about a great war between werewolves and vampires... and the thing was, she had all these sources, citations quoting various books and articles. Did she make this up? Was this an elaborate creative writing exercise? Whatever it was, her argument was clear: the pact had devastated the Unseelie Court in Eastern Europe, causing many of the Unseelie to seek refuge in the new American lands. It was captivating. Exquisitely written.

As he finished, Damien looked up to see Liu Na gazing at him, a coy smile on her face.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"It's... it's so well written. So elaborate and well researched. I'm not familiar with the subject matter, but it's really persuasive."

She beamed at him again. "Thank you! I really liked yours too. Is this for Dr. Grace's class?"

"It is actually, yeah."

"She is SUCH a good professor! She absolutely loves surrealism, there's this one reference book she is absolutely crazy about. I guarantee if you include it, she'll ace you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, follow me!" Liu Na said, her eyes flashing.

She grabbed Damien's hand without hesitation, her fingers warm against his. The sudden contact made his heart stutter, but before he could say a word, she was already tugging him to his feet and leading him off again, weaving through the rows of books like she owned the place.

This time she ventured towards one of the narrow staircases, walking up the stairs more deliberately than normal, giving Damien an irresistible view of the sway of her hips as that tiny plaid skirt swished back and forth, teasing at the very edge of her ass. Once they were on the next floor up, she took his hand again, guiding him to the stacks, slowing down and searching for the book.

"Ah, there it is!" Liu Na tried reaching for the book, yet again on the highest shelf. As if the library was conspiring against her.

"This one?" he asked, stepping in behind her. Damien reached over her shoulder just as she was teetering for the book. She wobbled slightly, and in that half-second of imbalance, she stumbled back into him--her backside pressing firmly against his crotch.

His hand moved instinctively to her hip to steady her... and then didn't move at all. Fingers resting on the curve of her hip for a breath longer than necessary. And for a moment, she didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry!" They both blurted in unison, Liu Na taking a step to the side as Damien grabbed the book off the shelf, a wild blush flushing his cheeks as he looked down at her. She felt so nice... Had he ruined it?

"Hey, it's okay... Listen, I have a question for you."

"You do?" Damien was stunned. What could Liu Na want with him?

"Yeah. I've seen you in my study spot for awhile, and tonight I felt super focused. Really energized. And I guess... Would you like to be my study buddy?" Her cheeks were flushed, but she looked at him earnestly as she asked her question, hopeful.

"Oh, sure! That would be great."

"You promise?" Again, her voice took on that serious tone, all traces of a smile gone as she looked at him intently.

"Yeah, I promise." Damien couldn't believe his luck. He'd been daydreaming about introducing himself for weeks, and tonight had been like a dream. She actually asked if they could be study buddies!

Liu Na's smile slowly returned, spreading into a grin. "I'm really glad I met you tonight, Damien."

"Yeah, me too."

"Wanna trade phones? I'll put in my number, and you can put yours in?"

"Of course," Damien reached into his pocket and swapped phones with her. He noticed her phone background, a picture of a beautiful galaxy with stars, before tapping on her contacts and adding his number.

He was about to give her phone back when he noticed she was taking a selfie with his phone. She'd mussed up her hair so that some of the layers veiled one side of her face, her eyes half-closed with a smile playing on her full lips. She took the picture, and then handed his phone back to him.

"So that you know who's texting you," she explained. "Hang on, I need a picture of you too! Strike a pose!"

"A pose? I don't..."

"Okay, okay, just give me that handsome smile of yours!"

Did she just call him handsome? He laughed as she snapped the picture, nodding in satisfaction.

"I've got to go for now, but don't forget our plans for tomorrow night!"

"Are you kidding, I'd never forget!"

"Good! I'll see you later, Damien," her voice lingered on his name, and then with a quick turn, she was gone.

Damien was left completely fazed. He tried to retrace their steps, but it took much longer without her guidance, and by the time he found his way back to their corner of the library, Liu Na and her stuff were gone. He checked his phone again, to make sure he hadn't just been daydreaming, but no, there was her contact information. Liu Na Lim. And her picture! She looked so sexy, her lips slightly parted and her eyes staring directly into the camera, directly at him. She was going to meet him tomorrow. Her. Liu Na.

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The next day, Damien's classes passed by in a blur. He sat through his Music Composition class barely listening and completely zoned out in College Algebra, all his thoughts focused on the evening ahead. They warned college freshmen about this, not to get carried away with romance and to focus on school and studies. But he didn't think that any of those lecturers had ever met someone like Liu Na. He had tried sending her a text message several times, but all of them fell short.

"Can't wait to see you."

No, too over eager.

"Hey, study buddy, are you ready?"

No, too lame.

"I'm sur-really excited about tonight."

Absolutely not.

Damien sighed, glaring at the empty message box. Every draft felt worse than the last. In the end, he deleted them all, tossing his phone aside and telling himself it was better to say nothing and spare his dignity.

After eating a quick dinner he headed out to the library, dressed in a red and black plaid shirt, some beautifully worn in button-fly jeans he'd found at the thrift store, and a soft dark gray woolen cardigan. He'd always thought it felt inviting to the touch--maybe tonight it would invite her touch too?

Just then, his phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, Damien saw Liu Na's face, and the beginnings of a text message.

"b there soon! grabbing the shrooms and adding some pixie dust, you won't believe ur eyes"

He texted back. "Pixie dust? :3"

A few seconds later, her response made his phone vibrate again.

"trust. me. i wouldn't harm u. we're study buddies"

What on earth was pixie dust? After a moment's hesitation, Damien decided he didn't care as long as it meant more time with Liu Na.

He arrived at their deserted corner in the library first, letting his bag fall to the table. He was just deciding where to sit when he heard her approach. When she came into view, his jaw practically dropped.

She was wearing a fitted black top that hugged her curves and left just enough of her stomach bare to make Damien's breath catch. Over it, a fishnet tank clung tight to her pale skin, doing nothing to conceal the delicate lines of her collarbones--or the curve of her full breasts. Her cleavage squeezed irresistibly tight by a strappy black jacket with buckles at the top.

Her skirt was short, a black leather thing, worn with an attitude that screamed genuine punk rock princess. Metal rings looped around her hips, and a silver zipper traced down the center, tempting his eye to follow. And of course, her legs. Wrapped once again in those fishnets, the dark threads hugging her thighs like promises of something dangerous and addictive.

"Wow, you look... wow!" he managed. An admirable attempt.

"You really think so?" She gave him a wink and a little twirl, her skirt flaring out and rising, revealing that the fishnets were in fact thigh-highs, held up by garter straps.

"Stunning," he whispered reverently. With an honesty that made up for his last smooth words.

Liu Na laughed, throwing her head back. "You charmer! Come on, help me move that couch closer to the table."

Damien reluctantly stopped staring at her and moved over to the leather couch. It was tucked away against the wall, but Liu Na clearly had other plans for it. After some pushing and careful maneuvering between the narrow shelves, they managed to move the couch next to the table.

"See? So that we can sit together!" Liu Na plopped down onto the couch, and patted the cushion next to her. Damien, still on the back side of the couch, stepped over the back and slid beside her.

Liu Na was clearly impressed. "Smooth move, Riker. A trick like that deserves a treat, don't you think?" Her hand ruffled into the folds of her skirt revealing a pocket, and then she pulled out a small paper bag.

"Give me your hand," she whispered.

Damien held out his hand, and Liu Na shook the contents into his offered palm. Tiny little mushrooms that seemed to look almost like morels but smaller, with beautiful purple spots and that seemed to be flecked with the faintest glitter. There were 6 in total. He looked up at her in awe.

Her voice was soft. "Hey, I know that sometimes people get a little antsy about drugs. These are some of the best, and they're really hard to find. I know we just met." Her tone turned serious. "But I promise that I will take care of you."

Whatever anxiety Damien felt up to that moment melted under the warmth of her promise. Damien matched her volume, his other hand reaching out for hers and giving her a squeeze. "I trust you."

Liu Na's serious expression melted into a soft smile, her eyes gleaming with a little mischief. "Good. So we'll each eat three. They take a second to start working, but they're pretty fast. Remember, I'm right here, okay?"

Damien nodded as she plucked three mushrooms out of his hand.

"We'll eat them on the count of three. One... two... three!"

Damien put the mushrooms in his mouth and began to chew them. He'd expected a bitter flavor, but these were sweet, almost like cotton candy or freeze dried ice cream as they melted into his mouth. He swallowed, looking to Liu Na expectantly. "When will I feel it?"

"Oh, you'll see it pretty soon. It's best to look at a shadow starting out, you'll see it begin to dance."

Damien was about to do as she suggested. Really, he was. But then he looked up and met her gaze.

Her eyes held him there. Dark, luminous, but with a sparkle in them that he'd never seen before, and it rooted him to his core. She was so close he could see the tiny reflections of light in her irises, the curl of her lashes, the slight curve of a smirk beginning to form. She was beautiful.

He couldn't look away. Didn't want to. She was looking back at him. And then she smiled. This big joyous thing. And she laughed and laughed, so free. Her laughter was musical in this ethereal way, like the twinkling of stars. Damien joined her, the two of them laughing in their corner of the library, a cozy spot just for two.

"Look at the shadows on that wall," Liu Na insisted, a kiss of laughter still playing upon her voice.

Damien finally took his gaze off of her, and where once were shadows, now the darkness swayed and danced and pulsed. And there was a light inside of the darkness too. Little things at first that tugged at his periphery. Like something unfamiliar or unknowable was dancing and inviting his attention. Almost imperceptible animals of light swirled into the deepening darkness, their starlight brilliance arching into tiny dancing constellations. That seemed to spill over and over each other in chase and in play. And he wondered if this is what Van Gogh's inspiration must have felt like?

Damien turned to look at Liu Na, about to ask her if she saw the same thing, when he was awestruck by her transformation.

Her once dark eyes were now golden, like shimmering pools of golden dust, glistening under soft light. Her skin was still moonlit pale, but now undertones of green and blue danced against the surface. Her silky black hair now threaded with fine silver strands that seemed to shimmer and sway of their own accord.

Damien gazed into her eyes and swayed closer, irresistibly drawn to her, his fingers magnetically pulled to her skin, tracing the softness of her cheeks. "Liu Na... You are beautiful. I always knew you were beautiful. I've always wanted to tell you."

There was an overwhelming awe and honesty spilling from his lips. An honesty that couldn't remain contained. "You're radiant. Full of life... I can feel it in my fingers every time I touch you."

She was smiling back at him, her golden eyes mesmerizing. Entrancing. His breath caught--wherever his fingers met her skin, something shimmered beneath it, faint pulses, like echoes of another world. Startled, he pulled away, but she quickly reached out, cupping it and drawing him back to her skin.

She whispered, her lips a breath away, "Close your eyes now. What do you see?"

Damien closed his eyes, but he could still see her. The outline of her lingered in the dark behind closed lids, body glowing radiant in golden greens and blues, so full of light. His hand explored gently, from the curve of her cheek to the line of her neck, her collarbone, tracing down her shoulder and along her arm. He still felt her skin, supple and yielding, but wherever he touched, a warm current of energy spread from her and into him, soft but irresistible. And when he lifted his hand off her body, it felt wrong. As if delicate threads connected them, an ache that begged him to reach out and touch her again and again. His hands kept caressing her body, traveling down her neck to her breasts. And when he squeezed them through her top, she hissed out for more as she leaned into his touch.

"I can still see you," he whispered. "Glowing. You're like... magic. There's an energy flowing through you, drawing me in."

He pulled closer and closer to her, eyes still closed. Guided by something more primal than sight. Her hands were on him too, pulling him tight, one slipping behind his neck, guiding him with quiet certainty, until their lips brushed. Her lips were warmth and softness and light, and Damien felt an aching hunger that grew with every touch. They moved together, kissing each other slowly and hungrily, exploring the sensations together.

She broke away, and he leaned suddenly forward, dizzy in his want for her. But she paused, with a whisper. "Open your eyes."

She was just as beautiful as before, the golden pools of her eyes commanding his attention. But then he saw them. Wings. She had wings! Exquisite, delicate things, like dragonfly wings spun from light. Each gossamer layer shimmered in iridescent hues, like the shifting rainbow colors of a soap bubble. Damien reached out, barely brushing the edge of one fragile membrane.

She shivered. A tremor running through her body. Subtle but unmistakable. Like every nerve in her core had been plucked by his touch. A soft orgasmic sound escaped her parted lips and he was enraptured by the wild beauty of her. Their eyes locked for one tremulous moment and...

They melted into each other's lips. The kiss was raw and unfettered and shameless. She pressed her hand to his chest, fingertips spreading, while her other hand found his sensitive inner thigh and squeezed. Damien's hand traveled up her milky white thighs, exploring every exquisite inch. He loved the way her fishnets felt. But when his other hand reached for the small of her back, his thumb brushed the edge of her wing this time with intent. She arched into him, pressing the tips of her breasts into his chest, with a muffled moan into his kiss. "That must have felt good," he thought.

She pushed him against the back of the couch, then she shifted and straddled him. Need pulsing through her as she pressed her hips against his, grinding her panties against his full length through his jeans. Her lips parting as her teeth danced against his lips in a light nibble. And Damien's hands spread under her little skirt, grinding into her through his achingly tight jeans.

He could taste her desire, as she shifted her weight, fingertips tugging at the waistline of his jeans. She broke the kiss. Breathless, "Help me with these," sliding her nimble fingers into his waistband and tugging. Damien obliged her, and with one deft tug to his button-fly jeans, they rippled open under her. Liu Na's hands slipped his boxers down and reclaimed her position with the motion. Grinding against him, with nothing separating the two but the thin cotton of her panties. She held his gaze, biting her lip, while she moved her hips. Her other hand working down what remained of his pants and boxers to the floor.

Damien's fingertips slid under the thin band of her panties, his heart racing, "Then, I'll help you with these next?"

"No," She whispered. Shaking her head.

She then dismounted him, and stood. Damien felt panic creeping into his heart for a moment, did he do something wrong?

But she rose, eyes on his, as her fingers found the hem of her little skirt. And she began to lift it slowly, while her golden eyes held his gaze. She teased him with the reveal of every inch of her thighs, letting him drink in the sight of her. The way her thighs were squeezed by the elastic top of her stockings. The black garter straps that held them in place. Her little black panties, kissed by lace and unmistakable wetness.

Damien's hands rushed up the feast of her legs, leaning forward, kissing her hips, and the sensitive skin right above her panties.

But she twisted her fingers into his hair, pulling him back once more, her eyes half-lidded with hunger. She kissed his bottom lip roughly before slowly turning. Her back to him now. Leaning over all the way at her hips, her knees unbent. Showing him every inch of her perfectly round ass, while her fingertips slipped under the thin strings of her panties. She made certain he had a good look of her perfect little ass before slowly pulling them down, inching past her stockings, and leaving herself bare before him.

Never one to deny himself a feast, Damien's lips were upon her again. Kissing the top of her thighs, his teeth grazing the swell of her buttcheek, but then he licked her bare cunt directly. Slowly from top to bottom. She tasted sweet, and every motion elicited the most delicious sound from her lips, her breath caught in a light squeal. He closed his lips around her clit and let his tongue swirl, in increasingly tight circles, sucking lightly.

Liu Na whimpered, sounding needy. She broke the contact, wheeling around and pushing him down into the couch and mounting him. Doing nothing to hide her hunger for him.

Damien could feel her bare cunt, wet and warm against his cock as she ground against him again and again. Sliding up and down. Skin to skin. She shifted a bit with every thrust, until at last, he felt her hovering above him. Just on the edge of penetrating her. She paused, her lips brushing against his, as her eyes fluttered, half-open.

"Are we really going to do this here? In the library?" He whispered between kisses.

She just nodded yes slowly, with a slight bite of her lip. "We're already doing it. You better be good at keeping your voice down," she warned, her voice dusky and full of heat.

"I make no promises"

She flicked her golden eyes to his. Her eyes wild with a haze of lust and whispered, "Promise me one thing then. Promise me that no matter what, you won't stop."

"Yes. I promise." he said earnestly. As she tilted her hips, inching the head of his cock inside the tight heat of her.

Damien threw back his head in raw ecstasy. She felt wild as she rode him. As if her pussy was threaded with tiny impossibly soft webs, enveloping the head of his cock as she circled her hips, teasing just the head. His senses exploded in exquisite sensation. As if the slick heat of her cunt was made to give him pleasure. And she rode him deliberately, slow and teasing, before taking his full length into her heat.

Liu Na cried out, "You're so deep!" She arched her back as her faerie wings fluttered, a coil of heat building in her belly while Damien sucked on her breasts through her fishnet top.

"Her wings," Damien thought.

His fingertips found the fluttering edges of her wings and brushed against the sensitive, tremulous edge, and sent the girl's senses aflame. An irresistible pulse that coursed through her entire body, and Damien felt it thrumming through her, as her thighs squeezed, as her hips bucked, as she bit her lips. Her hot cunt seemed to twist around him, squeezing, and Damien threw his head back, adrift in sensation.

He felt her rising and falling above him, but when he squeezed at her ass, he realized that she wasn't moving her hips at all. Her wings were fluttering, lifting her up and down.

And up.

And down.

She was hovering atop him, and using every rise and fall of her wings to fuck him.

And Damien's eyes went wide at the sight of her. The rainbow wash of her wings fluttering above him. Dancing above him in purples and greens and blues, her golden eyes somehow full of darkness and light all at the same time. And he felt the heat of her pussy building, as her weight fell upon him, unable to maintain flight. He felt little trembles spreading through her as her orgasm crested. Her eyes held tight and her voice sweet and irresistible. With every pulse that ran through her body, her wings fluttered.

He took her by her hips and squeezed her hard against him. Spreading her thighs as she continued to ride him, chasing her orgasm. But he felt the rush of his own building, an inevitable current that thrummed through his body. And he whispered into her ear a warning, not wanting her to stop but knowing that she should... "I'm close, I'm gonna cum!"

She called out, her voice breaking with need, "Don't stop! You promised! Cum for me. Cum!"

And who was he to resist her? She sensed the moment and squeezed herself tight against him as he came. He felt the irresistible webs of her cunt milking him with every pulse, and he was trembling under her. He kept his promise. He didn't stop, and neither did she. Not until he was completely spent, and she lay panting above him.

Turns out Damien wasn't so good at keeping quiet after all, not when Liu Na has any say in it.

And they stayed just like that, breathing against each other. His arms wrapped tight around the small of her back. And in that golden moment, she felt like his. Like his lover, at least for now.

"Mine," he thought to himself.

He couldn't stop looking at her. Her beauty didn't seem made for this world, and yet here she was, utterly, devastatingly real. And so very close to him. She lifted her gaze to his, her voice sweet and sincere, eyes searching. "I feel a bond with you, like nothing I've known before"

His throat tightened. "Liu Na..." he whispered.

The high was fading now, he realized, the hazy edge of wonder softening into something familiar. That's when he noticed.

Her wings. They were still there.

Gossamer and gleaming in the honest light of the library. He blinked, staring at them, only he didn't freak out. He didn't even flinch. It was like some quiet kind of truth slipping into its proper place.

Her wings shimmered as they lazily fanned behind her, threaded with light. Her eyes had returned to their normal deep darkness, and her hair was back to its silky black, but none of it dulled her beauty.

She was still straddling his lap, still holding him as close as lovers, as if she belonged nowhere else in the world but with him.

"You're..." he began slowly, "... a faerie?"

She gave a mischievous grin. "A nixie," she corrected. "I usually keep my wings curled in tight so no one sees them."

"You can fold them in so close that they hide under your clothes? Isn't that uncomfortable?"

She bit her lip and shook her head, "Oh no, nothing of the sort, they're stronger than they look!"

He nodded, fingertips grazing the edge of one iridescent wing. A small shudder passed through her body. "Why show me?"

She hesitated, then leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. "Because I wanted to. Because you're interesting. Because it would be fun!"

Then she pulled back, "But you can't tell anyone. Ever. Promise me." And there it was again, that serious look in her eyes.

"I promise," he said solemnly, without hesitation. "Never."

She grinned again, satisfied, a smile that bloomed and bloomed before his eyes.

"This is our place," she said, tucking herself against him again. "Our secret. Just ours."

"Just ours," he echoed. "No one else's."

She bolted up suddenly, hopping off his lap, "Oh FUCK, I'm late!"

He was so startled, thoroughly jarred by the change, that all he could do was blurt out, "What?"

She repeated, "I'm late! He's going to kill me!"

She was a blur, throwing on her various layers of clothing in every hurried motion. The only thing remaining were her little black panties. She paused to put them on, but clearly thought better of it as she turned to face him with a smirk on her lips and then fired them at his face!

"But.. who's he? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'll tell you about it later, okay?" She made a little waving motion with the tips of her fingers and winked at Damien before darting off.

He let his head fall back against the cushion of the couch. He chuckled to himself while shaking his head.

"A faerie."

He's always wanted to believe that something like faeries could be a part of our world. Always secretly hoped when he read stories about the Aos Sí of Celtic fables. But now? He didn't have to hope. It was wildly exciting and oddly comforting. A faerie had literally fallen into his lap and, at least from Damien's perspective, was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"Promise me"

Her words echoed in his mind and he remembered then, all the promises he had recklessly made to her. The fables were all cautionary tales about being careful to never make a deal with a fae. That to do so, was to invite ruin. And yet, here he was.

"If making promises to Liu Na is bad then how come it feels so good?" He thought to himself as he sank into the couch, and closed his eyes with a smile on his lips.