Chapter 160: Unexpected Devotion
Solomon and Jiaoying glanced down at Yari as she slept.
They tried to keep her on her stomach so that she wouldn’t accidentally harm herself or the new wings coming out of her back.
There were four of them. A larger pair on each side, then a smaller pair right beneath them. They were beautiful with a succulent oil-slicked plum color.
Yari’s skin had beco a darkened, glistening caral. She also had started to show so subtle signs of muscle definition.
Jiaoying looked up. "I-Is there so way to undo the ritual??"
"Not that I’m aware of. If I knew, don’t you think that would have been the first thing I brought up? All of this is completely unprecedented!"
Yari turned around uncomfortably in the bed. Her brow was lined with droplets of cold sweat. Every so often, her lips would part, and she would release a ghastly whisper that even her lovers could barely hear.
Solomon only realized the issue when she unconsciously gripped his forearm. Her hand was like fire...
"Shit.. It’s her rings, we need to get them off of her."
Jiaoying didn’t understand, but she trusted her young suitor. He took Yari by one hand, and she took the other. Together, the two of them delicately removed all of the gold that touched her skin.
"Out." Solomon barked.
"What?? !?" Lioraeth pointed at herself.
"We need to undress her. You have to get out."
Lioraeth ordinarily would have protested, but she needed to go and check on Giselle anyway.
"...After you get her undressed, you need to make sure that she’s properly restrained before she wakes up and tries to move around... We have to get a good grasp of her ntal state."
"You think she’ll be dangerous..?" Jiaoying asked with palpable worry.
"That... I honestly cannot say." Lioraeth rubbed the back of her head.
"Try to be creative and think of sothing." Solomon replied dryly.
Lioraeth would have tossed Solomon out the window for speaking to her like that if he were even a hair less attractive.
"It’s difficult to say because the dark fae did not beco the way they are now overnight. Ostracization and social conditioning over thousands of years completely changed them."
"What does that an??" Solomon questioned.
For so reason, Jiaoying’s eyes seed to beco rather distant as she unfastened Yari’s necklace. She quoted sothing he had never heard before.
"If I tell you you’re an animal, and I treat you like an animal... Eventually, you will beco an animal."
"More or less." Lioraeth sighed. "For that reason, we cannot say just what kind of ntal state your dearly beloved could be in when she wakes up. Things could be fine... or they could not be fine."
The fae queen placed her hand on the door and turned it open. "Just keep her from hurting herself, either of you, or running away. I’ll summon the elders shortly."
""Got it."" Solomon and Jiaoying respond without looking up.
"And don’t fuck her!"
""Out!!""
Lioraeth grumbled sothing unkind under her breath before exiting the room.
Once she was gone, Solomon gently helped Yari sit up with her back against the headboard.
Together, they unbound her shirt and revealed her skin to the room.
Once Jiaoying unclasped her bra, her breasts spilled out into view. As Solomon suspected, her piercings looked very uncomfortable. Her skin was even beginning to sizzle, only further adding to her apparent discomfort.
Jiaoying’s heart broke at the sight. "My poor darling... I... I.."
"It’s not your fault." Solomon unfastened her belly-button piercing as quickly as his hands would allow. "Let’s just focus on helping her for now... We’ll worry after."
Even though Jiaoying was the elder of the two, she couldn’t help but want to naturally lean on Solomon.
They worked in silence, freeing Yari’s body from the golden accessories that gave her most of her powers.
When even her golden hairpiece was removed, the elf finally seed to relax a bit, and her pulse evened out.
Jiaoying had the idea to wipe Yari’s body down with a cold towel in order to help lower her temperature.
She dabbed her forehead, her chest, armpits, and underneath her breasts before she noticed Yari beginning to stir.
She nudged Solomon. "B-Bear, she’s waking up..."
When Yari’s eyes opened, both of her partners had a hard ti concealing their shock.
Their love’s beautiful amber-gold eyes were now red like rubies.
Though they were imnsely alluring... Jiaoying couldn’t help but have her own concerns about what they could have symbolized.
"Mon... mon corps est si chaud, et ma tête
fait mal..."
Worried, Jiaoying and Solomon glanced at each other. They both tried to show Yari they were there with her without overcrowding the space she needed to breathe.
Jiaoying cupped her cheek with one hand.
"My dear... We can’t understand you. Neither of us speak elven, you know this..."
Whether Yari knew it or not, she didn’t seem capable of adjusting her behavior. She leaned into Jiaoying’s touch as she began to babble listlessly.
"C’est com... ma peau frissonne... je n’arrive pas à arrêter ??a... j’ai tellent peur."
Her worry increasing, Jiaoying took her lover’s face in both hands and leaned it.
"Yari, honey, it’s ... Please tell
that you can understand
because I’m getting really worried about you here..."
Slowly, Yari’s eyes regained a bit of their focus. But she wasn’t all there quite yet.
Still. How could she not recognize the people with whom she had given her heart?
"Ma deesse..."
Yari didn’t kiss Jiaoying so much as she snaked her tongue past her lips. Then again, it wasn’t as if the latter tried very hard to resist.
Solomon only got a second to wrap his mind around what was happening before Yari pulled him in by the back of his neck; her thigh rubbing against a very dangerous part of his anatomy.
Swayed by forces they could not comprehend, the three of them indulged in each other’s mouths all at once, each of them desperate to be the key that unleashed a moan of satisfaction from either of the others.
But the mont took a strange and slightly euphoric turn when both Solomon and Jiaoying heard the voice of their love in their heads. Even though the language remained foreign to them... for so reason, they could understand it perfectly.
"My King... My goddess... I want to worship you. I crave you so completely that it makes my heart ache and my flower slick. Muria has shackled
to your whims and I have no wish to unchain myself... All of
is yours to take. Mold
into whatever shape you desire.
The feeling of your hands pressing into my being is my sole reason for living. Your breath, your warmth, your scent.. all of it makes my mind explode with ecstasy... from now until forever... I want to be dyed in your colors."
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"...They’re going to screw each other, I just know it..." Lioraeth grumbled as she plucked any gold off of Giselle’s body.
"They’re like a bunch of unfixed dogs. Leave them alone long enough and they jump right into mating on the carpet!"
Nila remained in the corner of the room, unsure of exactly when she was supposed to give a response.
From the mont Lioraeth had charged in, she’d seed like she had a lot to work through. Nila was too busy worried about her aunt to really listen anyway.
"I should have tied them to opposite sides of the room before I left... the nerve of these people, coming into my palace and screwing whenever they want as if I haven’t been abstaining on account of my son..! Oh, they had better hope that they are-"
"My Queen."
"WHAT?!"
The fae guard who had arrived with a ssage gradually shrank back in fear.
"I-I am sorry to disturb you, but.. another visitor has arrived and is demanding to see you."
"Send them back." Lioraeth snarled. "I’ve no ti to flitter around with nobles saying words I don’t an to people who don’t need to hear them."
The guard gulped.
"Yes, well... This guest just so happens to be the master of the human Magic Tower."
Lioraeth froze while making an unreadable expression. The guard begrudgingly continued.
"He says... you have his children here."
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