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I entered, and the smell hit me with a wave of sappy recollection. Wild berries. I sniffed, my pussy clenching at the memories that refused to fade. Then I saw Pan’s face, grinning with that unhinged, passionate smile, leaning over me possessively.
I blinked. The memory bled into reality, the image of Pan from my recollection fading while the real thing loomed before me.
He was here, hornless but unmistakable. Standing behind the bar.
“I hoped you’d find me, Jane,” he said, watching with that glint of amusement in his eye. “If you didn’t, I planned to appear on your doorstep and hoped not to startle you to death.”
“Well, why didn’t you?” I asked, my stomach full of butterflies.
“Most humans talk themselves into believing the Revel was just a dream. If you had, and I appeared in person, you might have gotten a shock.”
“Ah.”
I looked around, trying to think up a clever line, but my mind was blank, the butterflies spread around everywhere, their wings fluttering to the rhythm of my pulse.
“Would you like a drink?” Pan asked, his smile flashing. When I nodded, he asked with an innocent smile: “Wild berry wine?”
I made it to the bar with weak knees and sat down. It was still early, and there were no other patrons in the little pub.
“Yes, please. I want nothing more than… wild berry wine.”
Pan chuckled, his mischievous eyes now focused on my lips.
“Mhm. Let me tell you a secret. What we sell here is but a poor substitute. Wouldn’t you rather get the real stuff? Straight from the source?”
I gave a transfixed, breathless nod, and Pan grinned, his beard growing longer and more tangled, horns peeking out from his hair. He transformed into the Revel god.
“Follow me upstairs, little nymph. We’ll make some music.”
About Layla Fae
Layla Fae writes paranormal and fantasy romance with flavorful monsters. Check out her Monster Ever After series for short, steamy monster reads featuring all kinds of flavors, from pumpkin spice (JACK) to pistachio cream (ORC). Hungry for something more substantial? Read Layla Fae’s DRACO: A Dragon Chef Romance, a novel full of banter, Slavic folklore, and a double-flavored dragon hero.
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The Naga's Faerie Mate
A Step Between Realms Novella
by
Elizabeth Austin
Intro
The Naga's Faerie Mate is set in the A Step Between Realms universe but is a short story from the Northern Faerie Territories where the monstrous Nagas live. Nagas are deadly, cruel creatures hunted by the Orcs and Ogres. They are known for their appetites and desire to cross into the Human Realm to feast. This story contains brand new characters.
Content Advisory & Kinks: Mature language and sexual content. Violence & Murder. Sex with a Naga (Snake-like) monster-I hate snakes, but this is fun. Special Monster Equipment. Size Difference. Primal Play. Spanking as Playful Punishment. Double Penetration. Breeding.
Chapter 1
Niksha
When the King's messenger interrupted my fevered dream this morning of sinking my cocks between the legs of a nameless body, I was furious. I was about to see her face before I awoke to the pounding at my door. This creature appeared in my dreams many times without ever revealing her face. Her skin was smooth, scaleless, and her body differed from the Naga females. I longed to explore what my dreams created. I kept these mysterious dreams to myself; perhaps it was a gift from the goddess. Why, I would never know, but I'd happily accept.
I didn't bother rushing as I prepared for my summons. It would have infuriated my father to know that I ate my fill of fresh meat I had stored, before my leisurely walk to his cavern. Steam rose from the icy water as it crashed against the black sand. Despite the chunks of ice bobbing, the ground was hot against my feet and golden scales. I preferred traveling across the beach instead of through the tunnels in the mountains. Unlike most of my kind, warmth and sunshine made me feel alive. As the youngest son of the Naga King, I received odd looks, but no one questioned my habits. Apart from lowly hunters of the sea, our kind used the caves for all travel.
Only my father snarled and hissed at me for everything I did. He fucked my mother, a pretty black and gold snake, during the Great Mating Ball over thirty years ago. She was not allowed to speak a word against him. The Ball had a terrible misnomer. I'd heard in Fae society that they all dressed in their finest, danced,and courted females for the honor of mating during balls. A Naga ball included no such niceties instead ours celebrated beastly base nature and desires. The king kept my mother in a secluded chamber with his other breeders. They were his property, and he didn't share. His actions were wrong and went against all the teachings about our creator, the Great Mother Echidna. She was worshipped and revered. Why wouldn't we treat her daughters with the same respect? Without mothers, we would not exist.Maybe because of our cruelty toward mothers, our numbers were dwindling. The numbers didn't lie. We were dying out.
