Page 24 of Fae Games

Moxie raised her palms. “My Lady Unity, please stay calm. Emporium is temperamental and likely to react to your excitement.”

My mouth flapped open and closed in a desperate attempt to get some air, to tell her the difference between excitement and dying, but the fabric continued squeezing. It molded around my breasts, into the crevices of my nipples and the creases between my ass cheeks. My face heated with a combination of humiliation and asphyxiation.

“What the bloody fuck?” The words wheezed from my throat.

“I’m going to get help.” Moxie spun on her heel toward the door, but my hand shot out, and I wrapped it around her puny bicep, making her yelp. No way would I let her chicken out after she’d set in motion this brutal assassination.

By now, the fabric traveling between my ass cheeks reached my folds with an undulating back-and-forth movement that I could only describe as obscene. Then something wrapped around my clit, making me take in a sharp breath.

When the fabric penetrated my opening, I released Moxie—more like flung the faerie across the room—and gulped lungfuls of noisy breaths.

“Fucking hell.” A shudder ran down my back. Pressure built up behind my clit in the beginnings of some kind of orgasm. “What is this?”

“My Lady Unity.” The faerie’s wings wrapped around her body, and she cowered against the wall. “This is part of the fitting process. Emporium must measure you fully.”

The most intense pleasure rippled through my core, making me hurl myself against the wall. “Shiiiiiiiit!”

Sweat broke out across my skin as the fabric poked and rubbed and slid against my most private parts again, and another orgasm burned through my body, making me roar out my ecstasy.

I slumped against the wall, breathing harder than a speeding centaur. This was beyond fucked up. What kind of female visited an exclusive clothes store for the garments to make her cum?

The undulating movement slowed in time with the ebbing of my climax, leaving me titillated, humiliated, and somewhat sated.

“Aaaah!” I exhaled a long, ragged breath.

Moxie wrung her hands. “I see that the Emporium was to your satisfaction, My Lady Uni—”

“What the hell kind of shit hole is this?” I snarled.

The smaller faerie curled onto the marble floor and arranged her body into a ball. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! If you didn’t like that one, I have ten more garments—”

“No!” I held up both hands.

Moxie raised her head from where she’d cocooned herself, staring at me with wide eyes.

That’s when I remembered flinging her across the room with all my strength. Regret flooded my system and mingled with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I rushed toward the cowering faerie. “Moxie, did I hurt you?”

“I-it’s alright.” She pulled herself to her feet and dusted off her crumpled dress. “Have you had a chance to look at yourself in the mirror?”

I turned my gaze to the wall and paused. My hair, which was once golden, now shone like a ray of sun bouncing on a buttercup, and my skin glowed with more radiance than Queen Titania.

My wings, which I’d always sort-of liked and reminded me of a blue-and-purple butterfly, shimmered in magic. And they weren’t even on maximum glow.

“What is this?” I raised my hands to my face, not quite believing this was really me. As a half-blood, I was beautiful, but this was ridiculous.

The reflection of Moxie puffed out her thin chest. “Emporium, the fabric of Empresses.”

“Why did it—”

“My Lady, faeries emit a special glow after they’ve… you know.” Her cheeks pinked, and she twiddled her fingers. “I expect you haven’t yet experienced a heat, but Emporium simulates the radiant afterglow, which occurs after a successful coupling.”

“So, I look pregnant?”

“Well-mated,” she said. “The effects last an hour or so, after which you must remove your garment and let Emporium rework its magic.”

I swallowed hard. In Real Housewives at Atlanta, one of the women started a line of sex toys. Elijah once said he would see if there were any on the United Nations shipments, but apparently, they didn’t send over that kind of item.