Page 14 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

THIRTEEN

While shocking to see his fated so small, it felt oddly normal . Tor’s soul just knew it could and would happen. If Cin can get small…can he get bigger?

Gazing at his eight inch tall fated, Tor felt a shiver of lust course through his body.

Small, regular, or big…Tor wanted him in every way imaginable.

He couldn’t wait to explore all the fun options with the fae.

Shaking off the thoughts that were definitely not appropriate for the lunch table, Tor set a small plate near Jascinto. Cin .

“Little bee.” He interrupted the conversation between Cin, Elle, and Oak.

His fated peered up at him, a smile on his face.

Through their bond, Cin felt calmer now with the table's overall attention off of him. Elle’s enthusiasm and Oak’s curiosity seemed to be going a long way to soothing his nerves. “Is this food okay?”

“Perfect, thanks.” Grabbing a sliced strawberry, the fae bit into the fruit that was almost as big as his whole head. Red juice covered the white cloth he wore, his face a mess instantly.

Elle giggled, shoving food in her face.

“Oops?” Cin shrugged at Tor.

“By the way, those two are Aruock and Shilya, Elle’s parents,” Tor pointed to the pair of demons on the other side of Elle.

“They’re usually more talkative but they had a long night with a certain someone.

” Tor ruffled the girl's hair and she squeaked at him.

“These two inconsiderate assholes,” The drakonid gestured to the other side, “are Xaph, my right hand and best friend. Next to him?—.”

“Shit, sorry.” Oak interrupted. “I’m Oak, he/him.

Red’s my mate.” He sipped his coffee then smiled up at the big demon.

Tor didn’t know Oak as well as he’d like, yet.

Xaph had kept the man to himself in the weeks since bringing him to The Crimson Reaches after they’d all taken care of the threat after the pair.

“Oak is human.” Tor explained to Cin.

“Fuck a duck. you are not!” Cin exclaimed.

“Fuck a duck.” Elle yelled loudly with a mischievous laugh. The girl lived in a home filled with all manner of creatures, it wasn’t uncommon for her to repeat all kinds of interesting things.

“Elle,” Shilya chastised, throwing a wink Tor’s way when the girl grumbled.

“The horns grew after we fully mated.” Oak shrugged. “Not many human mates around to compare things with.”

Lunch continued in a pleasant manner. As other creatures finished their food, they left with a wave and a shout. The fae had relaxed, conversing with Oak and Elle while eating. Eventually, Elle was dragged away to her afternoon lessons.

“I’m taking Oak to train if you need me.” Xaph and Oak stood.

“Is he going to watch or…?” Tor lifted an eyebrow.

“He’s making me learn to fight.” Oak pouted, arms crossed over his chest.

“You need to at least know defensive skills, pest. I couldn't stand to see you hurt again..”

“I know.” Oak grumbled but allowed Xaph to pull him closer to his body at the reminder of their troubles. “But it’s so much work,”

“You’ll enjoy the rewards that come with it.” Xaph growled.

“Oh?” Oak perked up, lust burning through his gaze. “Will it hurt?”

“Most definitely.” Xaph chuckled quietly, smacking Oak’s ass. “Let’s go.” Oak yelped, allowing himself to be herded from the room. Tor looked down at his fated whose eyes were wide watching after the pair.

“Was he asking about the training or the reward?”

“The reward.” Tor replied easily, knowing way more than was normal about his best friend’s sex life.

“Kinky.” Cin giggled.

“How about we get you washed up and then talk?” Tor stood. “Do you want a ride?”

“I’m afraid I would stick to you.” Cin complained, showing how his fingers stuck together. “Eating when small is messy.”

Cin flew next to him as they made their way back to Tor’s rooms. It would be the best place to get some quiet. Few people wandered into his private area out of respect.

In his bathroom, Tor filled a bowl with water and left Cin to bathe. While he waited, he piled pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace. It wasn’t long before the fae joined him, hovering in front of the fire.

“Do you mind if I don’t put clothes on? I rinsed the fabric so it’s wet.”

“Do I mind getting to look at you naked?” Tor’s gaze took in every inch of his mate’s clean flesh as the drakonid settled into the comfy nest he’d made. “Not a bit. It might be a challenge to keep me on topic though.”

Cin landed on Tor’s chest, lying down on his stomach, his wings splayed out. The fae pressed his small face against Tor’s neck, inhaling his scent. He nuzzled at Tor’s pulse point, a shiver running down the drakonid’s spine in response.

“Where should we start?” Tor gently placed a hand over his fated. It covered most of the man’s body and Cin seemed to like the warmth and pressure as he hummed in response.

“What does Alpha mean? Who lives here? Why is your home a fucking castle? Why are there guards? What are ropes? Why are they pretty?” Cin rapid-fired the questions without pausing for breath.

“Calm, Jascinto.” Tor chuckled, rubbing the fae’s back with his thumb. “Alpha means leader. I’m the head of the pack. If my pack was just drakonids it would be a flight. Pack is family. Traditionally, they are a single species. On Earth, werewolf packs are common.”

“Oh, I’ve seen them in movies!” Cin shouted in excitement.

“You’re a bit of an earthophile, aren’t you?” Tor inquired, his tone light.

Cin shrugged. “Other cultures are so fascinating. The technology on Earth is its own kind of magic. I love getting lost in their tv, movies, and books.”

“You’ll have to share your favorites. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on Earth, let alone paid attention to any of their entertainment.”

“I’d love that!” Cin smiled, placing kisses along Tor’s neck. “Why do you have a pack and not a flight?”

“Drakonids are very rare. There’s not many of us left anywhere. I started my pack officially about three hundred years ago.”

“How old are you?” Cin frowned.

“We’d have to hunt down my family ledger for the exact number. Estimating, just over five thousand.”

Cin sat up, dislodging Tor’s hand. “You haven’t been alone that whole time, have you?”

“Not…alone.” The drakonid shrugged. “Lots of friends. A few lovers that lasted a decade or two. I never wanted to be with anyone but my fated.”

“So…I…Nock.” Cin’s sadness reflected through their bond. “I’m so sorry it took me so long.” He raised a hand and gently ran it along Tor’s jaw.

“You’re here now, little one.”

The air around Cin shimmered. Yellow and green sparkles flew around them.

Tor blinked against the brightness and when he opened his eyes, the fae sat on Tor’s chest, now in his base size, legs spread over his wide ribs.

Cin yelled out in surprise. Tor gripped his thighs before he could move away.

He shouldn’t get distracted but he couldn’t resist his fated spread open for him.

Taste . The drakonid inhaled deeply, his beast letting out a low rumble at the scent of his fated.

“Nock!” Cin shouted as slick dripped out of his front hole to land on Tor’s chest.

Tor growled, yanking his fated forward until he knelt above his head. Shifting his tongue to his half drakonid form, he licked up the sides of the fae’s thighs. Cin moaned, rotating his hips to settle firmly on Tor’s face.

“That’s it, little one.” Tor praised, grasping the fae’s bottom, and encouraging him to hump against his mouth. Tor licked his front hole, the taste exploding onto his tongue. Delicious .

Cin grabbed his horns in his small hands, yanking his head into place. “Suck me.”

“Anytime you want, Jascinto.” Tor rumbled, wrapping his lips around Cin’s dick. It swelled in his mouth, blood flowing with arousal. Tor sucked as it throbbed, caressing the sensitive underside.

Using his horns, Cin humped into Tor. Small movements, minute shifts. Tor moaned deeply, his face soaking wet in just a few seconds.

“You like me fucking your face?” Cin panted above him, his movements smooth and rhythmic. Tor squeezed his ass, moaning again in response. “Put two fingers in.” The fae grunted as Tor thrust into his front hole.

Tor’s dick twitched, needy. But he wouldn’t stop making his fated feel good just for his own relief. He wanted Cin to come apart on his face. He would drown in it if the fae let him.

“Fuck muffins! I’m close.” Cin moaned, grinding down. Bending his fingers, Tor brushed against the swollen gland inside, pulling a loud cry from the fae.

“Again.” Cin grunted, hands tightening around Tor’s horns as the speed of his hips increased. Tor circled and rubbed at the swollen area, pressing down while he licked and sucked.

“Oh fuck. Shit!” Cin’s inner muscles clenched tight around Tor’s fingers as the fae's perfect dick twitched on his tongue. Tor growled, sending vibrations through his fated. He delved his tongue down into the fae’s front hole.

Suckling, Tor kept the orgasm going as long as he could. Finally Cin whimpered, shoving his head away. The drakonid pulled off with a pop.

“You taste exquisite, little bee.” Voice deep with his inner beast, Tor sucked at his wet fingers, savoring every drop of his fated. His face was soaked, his cock hurt with the need to come but he paid it no attention, his entire focus on his little bee.

Tor lifted the fae by his hips, settling him against his side, Cin’s face resting on his chest with his top leg thrown over the drakonid’s hip. “You okay?”

“Very okay.” Cin mumbled, placing a kiss on Tor’s muscled pec.

The drakonid enjoyed the quiet as Cin relaxed through the post orgasm haze. Running his hand along the man’s back, Tor breathed in the scent of them mingling through the room.

“Pack?” Cin finally spoke again after many long moments.

Tor gathered his thoughts before speaking, “I’ve been friends with Xaph and Spark for five hundred years.

We became a pack without meaning to along the way.

Things have grown organically. I mostly take in creatures who have nowhere else.

Creatures on the run from war, or oppression, teens from abusive homes, anyone who just… needs a family.”

“That’s…” Cin didn’t finish his words and Tor didn’t press.

He didn’t do it to be a kind person, it’s just what made sense to him.

He’d lived long enough to know the injustices of the realms weren’t going away.

If his pack, his territory could be a soft, safe space for just a few creatures who needed it?

Then he would do everything to make himself worthy of their trust.

“Not everyone lives here. We don’t call it a castle, I believe that’s another Earth term.” Cin huffed at the teasing. “I’ll show you the map of my territory. There are a few hundred creatures in the pack. Those closest to me or most vulnerable live here or in the houses nearby.”

“Why guards?” Cin asked quietly. Tor could feel the fae’s fear, he wanted to put his fated at ease.

“You don’t know much about The Crimson Reaches, do you?”

“Not really.”

“Well, it’s not always a…pleasant place.

There are warring factions, groups that attack and loot.

Creatures that are more beast than not, that attack if threatened or hungry.

Most creatures know to stay away from my territory.

But because of the type of people I bring into my pack, I won’t compromise on their safety.

We have guards here and more patrolling the territory. They make sure everyone is safe, and let me know if anyone needs anything like extra food. I call Xaph my right hand but he’s the head of my guards. Spark is his second. Xaph’s sister is the head healer of the pack.”