Women these days call them knickers or panties, which are ridiculous words to describe something so appealing. Alienor always provides me with enough underclothes embedded with her scent to sustain me between visits. Now that I’m residing beneath her bed, I have an endless supply.
I uncover the laundry basket and pull off the lid, only to find it empty.
Betrayal strikes like lightning. I whirl around and glower at my slumbering wife.
“What did you do?” I snarl.
Blood boils beneath my veins, reddening the markings on my skin, but moonlight hits her sweet cunt at the right angle, and my anger evaporates into the ether.
Moisture glistens on her inner thigh, making my mouth water.
“You’re getting wetter,” I say, my voice breathy.
After all this time, her body recognizes the presence of its master. I stalk around her bed, my claws lengthening, my chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.
I must have her.
Just once before she dies under my claws.
Fairy dust—not precum—scatters from all four heads of my cock. For the past eight centuries, I no longer ejaculate liquid but crystals of salt that cause me discomfort. These are just two of the afflictions she cursed me with before I was banished to this miserable existence.
My lust twists into resentment at the memory of what she did to my poor penis. I bare my teeth and snarl. Alienor didn’t just disfigure my manhood. She enchanted me with the most vindictive form of impotence. I can only ever climax in her presence.
Which is why I’m reduced to stealing her underwear. For reasons I refuse to fathom, fabrics soaked in her body fluids allow me release. I can only imagine how hard I will cum when I’m drenched in her blood.
My anger fades at the mental image, and I lick my lips, imagining them between her shapely thighs.
“You could never resist me,” I growl. “Before I tear out your throat, you’ll beg for my touch, my tongue, my cock.”
Her soft whimper makes my balls tighten with satisfaction.
“That’s it, my love,” I croon, my claws clicking at the invisible barrier. “Has your dream of me turned into a nightmare?”
A draft swirls around the room, carrying the scent of her sweet sex. My nostrils flare, and I turn my head toward the source of the delicious aroma.
Her undergarments lie in a pile beyond a cupboard door, and she’s protected them with magic.
A bitter laugh fills my belly. “Foolish woman. Did you think you could keep them beyond my reach? Just for that, I will return the underwear to you soiled with my salt.”
I open the door and step inside, only to hear something sharp slam behind my back. What’s this? Whirling around I glare at Alienor’s sleeping form.
She still lies on her side, with her sex exposed, but I can no longer see her face beneath the tangle of dark hair.
“What have you done?” I growl, already knowing the answer.
The cupboard door has disappeared. In its place is an impenetrable wall of air that knocks me backward. I slash at it with my claws, but it doesn’t yield.
My jaw clenches, and fury boils beneath my skin.
Alienor took advantage of my weakness for her underwear to set a trap. Now, I’m stuck here and once again, completely at the mercy of my wicked wife.
ChapterFive
HENRY
Fury changes the markings on my body to a livid shade of red, and magic crackles from my skin. My wings push against the cupboard walls, but no amount of thrashing can free me from this prison.
Alienor lies on the bed, oblivious. I curse myself for putting her to sleep, when I should have faced her head-on in a battle of magic. Now, there isn’t a thing I can do until she awakens.