Faeries, Inc.: The Fae King and the Wheelbarrow (Part 1) (A Spicy Magical Romance)

A 12.8k word magical erotic romance between the fae king and an ordinary human girl mined for her orgasmic screams.

In the village of Armoiredale, on certain nights of the year, faerie men visit the beds of human women to steal their screams.

Then, they erase our memories.

Or so the legend goes. No one really knows. My grandmother warned me when I was six, and I've been waiting nervously ever since, for the night of my eighteenth birthday.

What will happen when the fae king comes for me?

Trigger warnings: Dubcon, sex pollen, magic play, food play.

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EXCERPT:

I headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water, but stopped short when I noticed a pitcher of lemonade and a cold glass placed on the table by the door I'd just come through.

That was weird. I didn't remember making any lemonade earlier this morning. I wracked my mind trying to locate the memory, but it evaded me.

Ah well. I was thirsty. And it looked oh so inviting. The glass waited patiently for me on the table, seeming almost to wink at me. Moving towards it like a moth drawn to a flame, I grabbed it and downed half the glass in one go.

As I set the glass back down, the room began to tilt at an angle, spinning slightly. I grabbed the back of the sofa, trying to steady myself. Closing my eyes, I waited for the dizziness to dissipate. After a moment of slow breathing, I managed to open them.

Must be my empty stomach. I'd been so busy with the weeds, so frustrated at the stubbornness of some of their stalks, that I'd forgotten to eat any of the pork roast I'd prepared for lunch. That, and the sudden bouts of grief from losing Gran that snuck up on me throughout the afternoon must have exhausted me more than I'd thought.

I started for the kitchen just as a warm flush began to creep over me. My neck began warming up, and the beginnings of goosebumps rose all down my arms. Something felt wrong, and yet…

A sudden pang hit me, making me nearly bowl over. I re-gripped the back of the sofa, gasping. What the heck was that?

A slow heat rose low in my belly, blossoming in the space between my legs like a rose opening in spring.

Originally published on June 22, 2024.

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