As he laid me on the bed, I could feel the softness of the furs beneath me. His hands were gentle as they caressed me. He leaned his head close to my body. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

My heart fluttered like the wings of a bird and my body glowed as if filled with fireflies. All traces of that invisible puppet master had disappeared. Now, the only hands that moved me were his. They reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face. His smile was kind again.

"I've promised to fulfill your desires tonight, my sweet little pet," he murmured. "However, I can only do so if I know what they are. Tell me how I may satisfy you, tell me these thoughts that have plagued your mind since our last meeting, tell me the things you've longed for me to do since that time."

The ways I longed for him to touch me, the thoughts that had plagued my mind, my desires. I had finally accepted that they were my own. However, that did not stop the shame that came with that knowledge. My cheeks burned. I closed my eyes as if to escape the humiliation. To know I desired them was shameful enough, but to speak them aloud?

He seemed to sense my unwillingness. I shivered slightly as his lips trailed kisses along my shoulder.

"Ah, how the humans have ruined you," he murmured softly. "They've told you for far too long that your desire is shame and your pleasure is sin. You feel it so strongly now that it holds you captive. A prisoner, longing to taste the sweetness she's been told is her crime.

I'm here to set you free, sweet Linota. To show you a world beyond the tiny cage they long ago trapped you in. If your mouth is unable to speak, use your body to show me the way. Take control of me this time. Show me how I can free you."

Foster. How many times had I dreamed of our bodies meeting once more? Now, here he was, offering me anything my heart desired, and my heart was silent.

He was right. I knew nothing of the desires of flesh. At least, not before knowing him. As with our first meeting, he was the one to lead me through this forbidden forest called "pleasure." When I wandered aimlessly in the dark, he took my hand and showed me the way.

Now, he expected me to lead, and I feared I would again wander aimlessly. Where was this pleasure I sought? Which hidden path might lead me again to the bliss he had once shown me?

I felt his fingertips stroke my neck gently. They slowly trailed down my chest and to my stomach. As he grew closer and closer to my womanhood, I felt the embers of longing begin to glow from deep inside.

How I craved his touch. How I longed to have his hardness press into me once more. To feel his lips against my breasts, my thighs, my...

Warmth spread through me and filled my body. Ah, to again feel the pleasure I had that night. If I truly had any desire, it would be to have his lips press against my sweet spot once more. To have him panting and licking between my legs as if he were a starved animal. To once again know breathless ecstasy.

But how? Such sordid words could never leave my lips. I knew this well. To show with my body...

His lips pressed against my chest. I gasped at the unexpected gesture. I could feel the longing in his kiss. The way it begged me to abandon my timid nature and allow him ravage my waiting body.

My hands moved on their own, tangling desperately in his hair, pressing him to me. Lower, lower. I longed to feel his lips move lower. My hands tugged at his hair gently as if to show him the way.

His head moved without resistance, moving down my chest and towards my stomach. His lips tickled slightly as they trailed down my skin. More. My body craved more. My hands tugged again at his hair. This time, he lifted his head to meet my eyes.

Though my mouth was too shy to speak a word, my eyes screamed at him desperately. My hands again tugged at his hair, urging him lower. A wicked smile filled his face as he pressed a light kiss to my stomach.

"My, what a bold woman you are," he teased. "Though I won't complain. A woman's nectar is far sweeter than any flower's. A single drop could drive a man to absolute madness."

His hands moved to my thighs, spreading them wider. His lips kissed further down my body, disappearing between my legs. I laid my head against the bed and closed my eyes, eagerly waiting.

I felt his fingers trace my entrance, stirring the embers of my passion and bringing them to life. I feared the smallest breeze might finally set them ablaze.

It seemed I was right. His tongue only lightly brushed against my sweet spot, but the pleasure it brought was enough to have my body trembling in ecstasy. My breathing became ragged, my hands clutched at the furs of the bed as if trying to keep me in place. I felt the warm air of a sigh against my wetness.

"I fear I may never again know sanity," he murmured.

His tongue pressed against me again, but this time wasn't as gentle. He licked me hungrily as if begging for more. As he did, I felt his fingers press into me. The fullness sent shivers throughout my body and yet it still wasn't enough. Each movement only further fanned the growing flames inside of me.

He made no efforts to quiet the sounds of his passion. He lapped at every drop of my juices as if he would die of thirst without them. The animalistic way he devoured me only increased the passion I felt. It made me bold.

My hands reached down and tangled in his hair once more. Could a man's hair truly feel so soft? It slipped between my fingers as easily as flowing water. How I wished I could hold onto him forever.

Passionate moans and soft sighs of contentment left my lips and danced together in the quiet room. My body was a growing flame, each touch only adding to the fire. I could feel it building inside of me, waiting to burst forth at any moment. That moment came far sooner than I anticipated.

A sharp gasp pierced the air. My hands gripped at his hair as if to press him closer. My vision was a haze of indescribable pleasure.

Passion, desire, ecstasy. Never before him did I know the true meaning of these words. Now, they flowed through me, leaving my body begging for more.

The sensation slowly faded from my body. As it did, so did my strength. My hands slipped from his hair, I tried desperately to catch my breath, my every muscle seemed to collapse with fatigue at once. Through my exhaustion, I felt his lips as they pressed tenderly against my thighs. He moved his way up my body. His eyes were filled with lust.

He smiled and gripped my chin gently. His thumb brushed against my lips.

"A drink more tempting than any beer or wine in the world," he teased. "And one that's brought far more men to ruin, I dare say."

I felt my tired lips curl into a smile. "Have I ruined you, then?"

He chuckled at this. "I fear you have. Don't worry though. I intend to repay the favor."

"And how will you do that?"

His eyes flashed with excitement as I asked this. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue explored my mouth. As it did, I could taste my juices on him. Sweet, sour. Like a forbidden fruit I'd never dared to taste. It excited me, bringing my body back to life.

That excitement only grew as I felt his manhood against my entrance. Goosebumps rose to my skin as he pressed his way inside of me.

Our first meeting, his entrance into me felt like a stranger. Unfamiliar, and a bit frightening. Now, my body welcomed him like a long lost friend. Unashamed, and eager for his return.

My arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands were warm against my skin as they caressed my curves. His thrust were slow, deliberate, each one filling me with another wave of pleasure as it entered me.

Between his kisses, my body struggled to gasp for air. No sooner had I taken a breath than he touched me in a way that stole it from me again. But I didn't care. I would have been happy to die breathless if it meant this feeling never had to end.

But it did, as all good things do. Not much later, his thrusts became rough and his hand tangled in my hair. He pressed his fingers to my sweet spot, begging me for another release of passion. My body was all to happy to give it to him.

My labored breathing echoed his own. My hips began to move in time with his. I could feel the familiar tension that told me pleasure was not far off.

All at once, he thrust himself inside of me, breaking through the thin veil of resistance my body had left and releasing the ecstasy waiting inside. My cries echoed in the open room. I reveled in the sensation of his large member pressed deep inside of me.

A short time later, I felt another strange warmth filling me. A soft growl came from somewhere in hs throat. His hand tugged at my hair. I shivered as I felt sticky droplets begin to leak from me and travel down my thighs.

His grip loosened from my hair. Again, my body seemed to collapse with exhaustion. His did the same. I felt his weight press against me, but it didn't feel heavy. Instead it was warm, comforting, like a firm embrace. Our ragged breath filled the silence of the room.

His hand reached up to caress my cheek. His eyes were warm as they looked at me. His lips pressed against mine again and again, stealing what little breath I had left. He stroked my hair gently. The feeling was so wonderful, I never wanted it to end.

"Such a good little pet." He sighed. "I may have to chain you to my bed to make sure you don't wander off again."

A flutter of nerves filled my stomach. Again, he talked of my staying. I wanted to, how I wanted to, but I couldn't. My father was worried enough as it was. I couldn't leave him waiting a second longer than I had to.

"I-I'm afraid I must," I said, averting my eyes from his gaze. "I must leave at dawn tomorrow."

"Why go so soon, weary traveller?" He teased. "Stay a while, rest your tired body, regain your strength. Although, I fear I may again try to steal it from you."

"I'm sorry, but I must leave early," I insisted.

His mood seemed to dampen as I said this. The smile fell from his face and his eyes lost much of their light.

"You told me our first meeting that you had never lain with a man."

His voice was no longer playful. My cheeks burned remembering the way he questioned my virtue that night.

"I-I hadn't!"

"Then I know you have no husband, and therefore, no need to hurry home so quickly. Unless, of course, there's something else that forces you back."

"My reasons for returning are none of your concern," I huffed, shoving him from me. "It's my home and I may return to it whenever I please."

He rolled away from me, but glared in my direction. What a horribly stubborn creature. He had already taken my virtue, my dignity, did he really need to take my freedom as well?

"Perhaps, but I believe it's not your home you are so eager to return to," he accused. "No, it's not something that draws you back, but someone. Am I wrong in saying this?"

"I've changed my mind. I wish to return home now. Show me this fairy circle of yours at once," I demanded.

His eyes were cold now. Any ember of warmth they held before had long since died out. As he stood, he seemed to tower above me. Something about the way he looked at me sent a small shiver of fear up my spine.

"Gladly. I'll take you to the circle. In fact, I plan to take you all the way to your home."

"That's not necessary!" I cried, jumping up. "I-I'm perfectly capable of finding my own way home. I-"

"Oh, I don't do it for your benefit. I do it for my own. Your home must truly be a place of wonder if you are so eager to return to it," he explained. "I must see for myself exactly what about it is so wonderful that I cannot compete."

Panic swept through me as he started dressing. He couldn't come to my home, he just couldn't. I cared very little of what he might do to me. But I feared for what me might do to my father.

Though my body was enslaved to this fae, my mind knew he was still a creature of mischief. He'd told me himself that his kind cared little for humans. What would he do if he knew of my father? Would he manipulate him? Torment him? Use him as yet another tool to bend me to his will? I couldn't stand the thought.

Even if he did none of these things, even if he left my father almost as he found him, I feared their meeting. All this time, I feared the disgrace my shameless behavior would bring to my father. I feared the disappointment in his eyes, the cold distance that came of knowing your daughter was no longer pure. Most of all, I feared how his heart might change towards me.

I was always his little duckling before. Who would I be to him if he discovered the truth? A whore? A disgrace? A stranger? It was too painful to bear.

"Foster!"

He turned towards me in shock. I rushed from the bed and threw myself into his arms. I held him tightly and forced a smile to my face.

"You're right. I've been so unkind to you. It was wrong of me to reject your hospitality and try to leave so soon. Let me stay tonight. Please? A-and maybe tomorrow as well," I suggested sweetly. "I promise to repay you for my rude behavior earlier."

He stared down at me silently. I prayed I could entice him back to his bed. Make him forget my home even existed. Unfortunately, it seemed my prayers would go unanswered. He made a noise of disgust and shoved me from him.

"You truly are a shameless woman," he spat. "To throw yourself at me in such a way. To use your body as bribery to bend me to your will. It's a disgrace."

As I landed on the floor, shame burned through my body far more than pain did. He saw right through my tricks. Of course, what else could be expected of a fae?

No. I couldn't blame him for this. It was my own fault. My own desires. I was the one who returned to this cottage, I was the one who sought him out. This was all my doing.

"Get up," he demanded.

I was too numb to move. Too sick with fear to do a thing. He sighed in frustration.

"Get up!"

This time, the invisible puppet master pulled his strings. My legs gained no strength, but somehow, still found their way to stand. My body hung limply. He shook his head in disgust.

"Get dressed. Unless you wish for him to see you this way. It makes no difference to me," he said coldly.

Him? So he did know of my father. Of course. The fae had to have their ways of knowing things. He probably knew everything about my life. All my attempts to hide the truth only succeeded I angering him. I couldn't trick him, I couldn't escape. All I could do now was plead for his mercy.

"Foster, please," I begged, my voice shaking. "Leave him be. He knows nothing of this. Oh, I just couldn't bare the shame of him knowing. Please."

His jaw clenched as I said this. As he turned to me, his eyes were filled with rage.

"You humans are a pathetic lot." His voice was dripping with venom. "Shame. Shame. All your kind knows is shame! You think you feel shame now? I'll show you what shame really is.

I'll parade you naked in front of him like the whore you are! I'll laugh in his face while I describe to him how I defiled you again and again! I'll have you again in front of him so he can see exactly how you look when you're taken by a fae!"

"You can't!" I cried.

"I can, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it." He gave a dry laugh. "Your body is mine. It follows my commands. And once I've finished having my way with you, I'll throttle the life from him and leave you there to watch him die!"

Die. The word echoed hauntingly inside my head. Anger quickly overtook any fears I might have had before. My body regained its strength. My blood boiled over with hatred.

"If you so much as lay a finger on my father, I'll hunt you down like the wretch you are and rip the very heart from your chest!"

All at once, his face went blank. He stared at me as if unable to make sense of what I had said. I stood firm. My body was burning again, but it was no longer with the warm fires of passion. Now, it was the seething flames of rage.

Suddenly, his face turned very pale. Had he not just threatened both me and my father, I may have been concerned. He stepped towards me. I braced myself, prepared to fight if necessary. Apparently, it wasn't.

He stopped in front of me, but made no attempt to touch me. I heard as he swallowed heavily. He looked as if he were becoming more and more ill by the second. His voice was weak as he forced the words from his throat.

"Did you... Did you just say... your father?"