Matty & Phooka Nightmares: Chapter 4
Title: Nightmares, Chapter 4
Pairing: Matty Conway/Phooka Aughisky (Mooka!)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Naughty, hot, steamy explicit male on male sex. Also, a few mentions of the horros Matty went through as a rent boy
Summary: Matty and Phooka talk about stuff and play a little more
“I know you used to hang around and eat people before we met,” Matty said, tracing the path of one strand of kinky black curls spread across the pink sheets. “But what else did you do? What did you dream about? What did you want to do?”
Phooka studied his lover’s face carefully as he thought about his life prior to Matty’s Binding of him.
“I - I didn’t really do anything.” He admitted. “I hunted, I ate, when I found myself with another attractive immortal I tried to fuck . . . .that was it, really. I’m a kelpie; a lesser fairy, an Eater. We aren’t supposed to have dreams and ambitions.”
“Why not?” Matty asked.
Phooka seemed confused by the question.
“Because; I’m a lesser fairy.”
“I don’t know what that means, Phooka.” Matty said. “You’re amazing and incredible and powerful. Why do you keep calling yourself a ‘lesser fairy’ and why does that mean you can’t love or have dreams?”
“B-Because. I’m a - I’m not a High Elf. Only the High Courts of Elves are supposed to be capable of dreams and love and music. And even then, it’s extremely rare. Fairies simply . . .we realize how powerful love is, but it’s extremely hard to achieve. It’s a bit like magic is for mortals, I imagine.” Phooka admitted, sighing.
“But you do love,” Matty pointed out.
A grin creased Phooka’s face and he touched his chest lightly.
“Yes. I do, don’t I? It’s probably because you love me, Matty. A mortal’s love is such a powerful thing.” The kelpie snuggled closer, pressing light kisses to the blonde’s face and chin.
“Since you can love now, I’ll bet you can do anything,” the mortal youth said, adoration shining in his eyes. “In all the time you’ve been alive, you never had a dream? You never wanted to do something above your station?”
“Well . . .” Phooka’s eyes slid sideways shyly.
“Tell me,” Matty coaxed.
“I - I always wanted to play the tin whistle,” The kelpie admitted. “Only the High Elves are supposed to be able to play music. But I always liked the sound of the tin whistle; it sounded so happy and joyful. I wished I could play it.”
“I’ve never heard it before,” Matty admitted. “ I bet you can learn to if you want. You can do anything, Phooka!”
The kelpie grinned broadly, preening under the praise.
“I don’t know . . . .maybe I’ll try. How about you, was there ever anything you wished to do but never tried?”
Matty blushed lightly.
“I . . . . um . . . . .. .I always wanted to learn . . . Um . . . Belly dancing.” The blonde admitted. “but . . . I’m a guy. That’s a woman thing.”
Phooka very, very carefully didn’t say that Matty was more feminine than most women the kelpie had met, historic or modern.
“Is that the dancing where they wear the veils and roll their bellies and shake their hips?” He asked instead.
“Yeah.”
The fairy looked his lover up and down, a lecherous grin twisting his lips.
“Let’s make a bargain. If you try this belly dancing, I’ll try to learn the tin whistle.”
“You want to see me in veils and bangles that much?”
Phooka grinned and nodded.
“Okay, okay! I’ll find belly dancing lessons if you learn to play the . . . What was it? Tin whistle? What’s that?”
“It’s an Irish instrument,” Phooka said.
“So you are Irish? I thought maybe it was an Irish type of fairy but that you were born here. Or created or whatever.” Matty said.
“No, I lived in the old country until the Industrial Revolution. I lived in a muddy stretch of River in County Mayo. Then when the Age of Reason began, fairies were forced back into the more rural areas. There was a great deal of overcrowding and my river was overrun with water hags. They ganged up on me and forced me out of the water. You could hardly catch a human for the life of you, so . . . I had to leave. The ships were starting to sail for America, so I stowed away aboard one and came to Florida. The swamps were wild and the water warm. No one questioned a person disappearing the wilderness. It’s very comfortable here. I was quite lucky.” The kelpie sighed, shifting in the soft bed with his beautiful lover.
“And then I met an incredible beauty who could cook like one of the gods and love like Eros himself,” Phooka said with a grin. “With eyes like sapphire and hair like gold. And he showed me how to be more than I was.”
Tears suddenly sparkled in Matthias’s eyes.
“Phooka . . .”
“How you could have remained alone for so long is beyond me.”
A flicker of pain crossed the mortal youth’s face.
“Come on, Phooka. You don’t have to pretend you haven’t noticed.” Matty sighed.
“Noticed what? Is it . . .about your past?” The kelpie asked.
“No; you’re the first one to stick around long enough to find out about that.”
“Oh.” Green eyes slid sideways and Phooka’s handsome brow furrowed as he tried to think of what else could be undesirable about Matthias. Three minutes later, he was still thinking.
“It’s physical.” Matty prompted.
Phooka blinked and propped himself up on one elbow, lifting the comforter so he could take a long look at his lover’s body.
“Is it . . .is it because of that webbing between your big and first toe on your left foot?” The kelpie guessed. “I think it’s cute; you’re like a little selkie.”
“No! Phooka, I’m - I’m small.”
“And cute and sweet and huggable,” The fairy agreed, snuggling his lover close to him.
“No, I mean, small where it matters.”
“You’re . . . . thin? I thought that was good.”
“I have a little dick!” Matty yelled.
Phooka looked down again. The fairy was convinced his beautiful annsachd was perfect; Matty’s cock was on the small side, but so asthetically pleasing it balanced out with the rest of his body.
“It’s not that bad; it’s a pleasant mouthful.”
Matty groaned, burying his face in his pillows in shame.
“The worst part is sooner or later, your lover wants you to be on top. And . . . I can’t satisfy anyone that way. I’m too small, I can’t reach the prostate . . . . . And I know you want that, too, because when we went hunting last week you wanted me to find a guy who would participate in a threesome ‘cause I kept saying no.” The blonde youth bent his head forward and buried his face in Phooka’s chest. “I just - nothing hurts like knowing you aren’t doing a thing for your lover. You can just *feel* the disappointment rolling off of them and the next thing you know it’s ‘I’ll call ya’. And they never do.”
Phooka wrapped his arms around his lover and cradled the mortal for a moment, then curled one hand into a fist and rapped his knuckles lightly against Matty’s head.
“Hmm, not quite ripe yet,” the kelpie quipped.
“What?” Matty snapped, giving Phooka a horridly offended look.
The kelpie pointed one finger at himself.
“Fair-y.” he said slowly. “What do fairies do?”
Six months ago, Matty would have come up with a stupid, saccharine answer. Now he knew what fairies did.
“Eat people?”
“Besides that.”
“Change shape?”
“Besides that.”
“Uh . . . . . . Lay on the couch and laugh at horror movies?”
“Fair-y gr-ants wish-es.” Phooka said in the same ‘duh’ tone. “How big do you want to be, Matty?”
Matty’s blue eyes grew wide and round.
“Y-You can do that?”
“Fair-y.”
“Yeah, yeah! Um, wow.” Matthias looked down at his less-than-inspiring manhood. “How big do you think I should be?”
“Hmm.” Phooka reached down and wrapped his hand around Matty’s flaccid cock; almost completely enveloping the slender organ. He began to squeeze and stroke gently, coaxing his lover’s shaft to full erection. And then, much to Matthias’s surprise, it got even more erect.
The mortal man gasped as his cock got larger with every stroke of Phooka’s hand. The blonde groaned helplessly, letting his head fall back to the pillows as his immortal lover pleasured him.
He felt so hot and strange and hot inside, and the way Phooka was lipping gently at his cheek wasn’t helping matters . . . .
“There. I think that’s a good size.”
Matty lifted his head and felt his jaw drop.
Until a few seconds ago, the slender youth’s cock had topped out at four and a half inches; five if he took a hot shower first. The dick still cradled in Phooka’s hand had to have been eight inches, at least, and probably two inches thick.
“Yes. That’ll feel nice.” Phooka purred.
“Weeeheehee,” Matty offered. He reached down, his eyes practically glowing, and gently touched his new favorite organ. It almost shocked him that he could feel his hand. It was like his old dick, but there was just so much more of it.
“Ahhhhahaha.” The blonde said weakly.
Phooka chuckled, moving his hand so that his fingers intertwined with Matty’s.
“You’re right, annsachd, I have been wanting to be fucked instead of doing the fucking. There’s just something so right about a nice hard cock up your ass.”
The blonde youth groaned. Phooka popped one of Matty’s earlobes into his mouth and suckled like he expected to get milk from it. When Matthias was twisting and whining and strung out from need, bucking his super-sized cock into the kelpie’s fist, Phooka pulled away slightly.
“Do you want to try out your new toy now, annsachd?” He breathed.
“Yespleaseohgodyes!”
“Good. Me too.”
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Robert Swafford had a lot of time to think.
His former stepson had disappeared upstairs with that . . .that . . .thing and left him chained, naked and bleeding in the basement. From the sounds that emanated down through the floors, the pair were screwing like coked up rabbits.
He thought about what an incredibly stupid idea it had been to come back here with the idea of beating Matty as revenge for the decade he’d spent in federal prison.
Now he wished he’d never been released.
At least in prison the odds of him being chained to the pipes while he was slowly tortured to death and eaten by a monster were . . . .significantly smaller.
He had spent the first eight hours or so trying to figure out what the thing was that had gotten him. The next hour was spent coming to terms with the fact that it didn’t matter. The next two hours were spent concocting a futile plan to beg for mercy from Matty.
A drawn out, impassioned cry rattled down from the upper floors, followed by a shout of:
“Yes! Yes, annsachd!”
Daddy Rob looked up at the ceiling. Matty let that thing fuck him; unbelievable. Of course, Matty let anybody fuck him, so . . . .
The thought drifted off as Rob remembered the many times as darling blue eyed child had begged him not to be rented out to another rough customer that didn’t care what damages he inflicted. He remembered trying to hide Matty’s injuries from the boy’s mother. How long . . . How much time had he spent patching the boy back together? How many times had Matty been handed over still bleeding from his last customer?
How much pain had the boy endured?
It was amazing he ever wanted to have sex again.
A soft laugh from upstairs; Matthias’s voice. The voice of his demon lover joined him a joyful belly laugh.
Rob knew right then that he was going to die.
Maybe not tonight; maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. Matthias Conway would have his revenge.
Rob laid his head against the hot water heater and started to cry.
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Phooka awoke to a kiss. Smiling, he gently kissed back, not bothering to open his eyes. He didn’t need to; he knew the taste, scent, and touch of his mortal lover. Matty’s delicate hand gently swept a stray curl out of the kelpie’s face and pulled back slightly.
“Good morning, my love.” The mortal youth purred.
Phooka purred in pleasure. He started to wrap his arms around the young man’s waist, but Matthias chided him gently.
“Don’t pull; I have tea.”
Phooka finally opened his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful boy was leaning over him with a steaming hot cup of tea in one hand. The kelpie sniffed. Tetley’s, with the unrefined sugar that tasted slightly of molasses. Just the way he liked it.
The kelpie gave a slow, lazy blink. There was something different about Matty, besides the relaxed, happy expression on his face. Not that the loss of that nervous tension the mortal always carried wasn’t a significant enough change. His face even looked a bit different. Matty normal held his eyes wide open through stress or shock or fear. Phooka realized for the first time those azure orbs were set at the slightest slant. It made him look almost . . . . .elfin.
Phooka growled in the back of his throat, sitting up enough to steal another kiss. The pair traded hot, wet kisses back and forth between them. Phooka finally pulled away, brushing his nose against Matty’s briefly. He took the proffered cup of tea and sipped lightly. What else was different about Matty finally struck him.
“I like your hair like that.” The kelpie said.
Matty made a small noise of surprise and ran his fingers through his hair. The normally neatly parted and combed locks were ruffled, casual, as if Matty had simply run his fingers through it and left it at that.
“I just ran my fingers through it.” Matthias admitted.
“It’s sexy. I like your eyes, like that, too.”
“My eyes?”
Phooka put the teacup on the bedside table, caught Matty in his arms and kissed him deeply.
“They’re sexy. You’re sexy. You’re like a High Elf Prince.”
Matty blushed helplessly, laying his head against the kelpie’s chest.
“Phooka?” He murmured, practically swimming in pleasure.
“Hmmm?”
“Will you do something for me today? Please?” Matty breathed, gazing up at his fairy lover in total adoration.
“Anything, annsachd.”
“Kill my stepfather?”
The request was made so light and simply Matty might have been asking the kelpie to hang a picture. Phooka smiled, stroking the youth’s face.
“Of course, wicked angel.”
Pairing: Matty Conway/Phooka Aughisky (Mooka!)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Naughty, hot, steamy explicit male on male sex. Also, a few mentions of the horros Matty went through as a rent boy
Summary: Matty and Phooka talk about stuff and play a little more
“I know you used to hang around and eat people before we met,” Matty said, tracing the path of one strand of kinky black curls spread across the pink sheets. “But what else did you do? What did you dream about? What did you want to do?”
Phooka studied his lover’s face carefully as he thought about his life prior to Matty’s Binding of him.
“I - I didn’t really do anything.” He admitted. “I hunted, I ate, when I found myself with another attractive immortal I tried to fuck . . . .that was it, really. I’m a kelpie; a lesser fairy, an Eater. We aren’t supposed to have dreams and ambitions.”
“Why not?” Matty asked.
Phooka seemed confused by the question.
“Because; I’m a lesser fairy.”
“I don’t know what that means, Phooka.” Matty said. “You’re amazing and incredible and powerful. Why do you keep calling yourself a ‘lesser fairy’ and why does that mean you can’t love or have dreams?”
“B-Because. I’m a - I’m not a High Elf. Only the High Courts of Elves are supposed to be capable of dreams and love and music. And even then, it’s extremely rare. Fairies simply . . .we realize how powerful love is, but it’s extremely hard to achieve. It’s a bit like magic is for mortals, I imagine.” Phooka admitted, sighing.
“But you do love,” Matty pointed out.
A grin creased Phooka’s face and he touched his chest lightly.
“Yes. I do, don’t I? It’s probably because you love me, Matty. A mortal’s love is such a powerful thing.” The kelpie snuggled closer, pressing light kisses to the blonde’s face and chin.
“Since you can love now, I’ll bet you can do anything,” the mortal youth said, adoration shining in his eyes. “In all the time you’ve been alive, you never had a dream? You never wanted to do something above your station?”
“Well . . .” Phooka’s eyes slid sideways shyly.
“Tell me,” Matty coaxed.
“I - I always wanted to play the tin whistle,” The kelpie admitted. “Only the High Elves are supposed to be able to play music. But I always liked the sound of the tin whistle; it sounded so happy and joyful. I wished I could play it.”
“I’ve never heard it before,” Matty admitted. “ I bet you can learn to if you want. You can do anything, Phooka!”
The kelpie grinned broadly, preening under the praise.
“I don’t know . . . .maybe I’ll try. How about you, was there ever anything you wished to do but never tried?”
Matty blushed lightly.
“I . . . . um . . . . .. .I always wanted to learn . . . Um . . . Belly dancing.” The blonde admitted. “but . . . I’m a guy. That’s a woman thing.”
Phooka very, very carefully didn’t say that Matty was more feminine than most women the kelpie had met, historic or modern.
“Is that the dancing where they wear the veils and roll their bellies and shake their hips?” He asked instead.
“Yeah.”
The fairy looked his lover up and down, a lecherous grin twisting his lips.
“Let’s make a bargain. If you try this belly dancing, I’ll try to learn the tin whistle.”
“You want to see me in veils and bangles that much?”
Phooka grinned and nodded.
“Okay, okay! I’ll find belly dancing lessons if you learn to play the . . . What was it? Tin whistle? What’s that?”
“It’s an Irish instrument,” Phooka said.
“So you are Irish? I thought maybe it was an Irish type of fairy but that you were born here. Or created or whatever.” Matty said.
“No, I lived in the old country until the Industrial Revolution. I lived in a muddy stretch of River in County Mayo. Then when the Age of Reason began, fairies were forced back into the more rural areas. There was a great deal of overcrowding and my river was overrun with water hags. They ganged up on me and forced me out of the water. You could hardly catch a human for the life of you, so . . . I had to leave. The ships were starting to sail for America, so I stowed away aboard one and came to Florida. The swamps were wild and the water warm. No one questioned a person disappearing the wilderness. It’s very comfortable here. I was quite lucky.” The kelpie sighed, shifting in the soft bed with his beautiful lover.
“And then I met an incredible beauty who could cook like one of the gods and love like Eros himself,” Phooka said with a grin. “With eyes like sapphire and hair like gold. And he showed me how to be more than I was.”
Tears suddenly sparkled in Matthias’s eyes.
“Phooka . . .”
“How you could have remained alone for so long is beyond me.”
A flicker of pain crossed the mortal youth’s face.
“Come on, Phooka. You don’t have to pretend you haven’t noticed.” Matty sighed.
“Noticed what? Is it . . .about your past?” The kelpie asked.
“No; you’re the first one to stick around long enough to find out about that.”
“Oh.” Green eyes slid sideways and Phooka’s handsome brow furrowed as he tried to think of what else could be undesirable about Matthias. Three minutes later, he was still thinking.
“It’s physical.” Matty prompted.
Phooka blinked and propped himself up on one elbow, lifting the comforter so he could take a long look at his lover’s body.
“Is it . . .is it because of that webbing between your big and first toe on your left foot?” The kelpie guessed. “I think it’s cute; you’re like a little selkie.”
“No! Phooka, I’m - I’m small.”
“And cute and sweet and huggable,” The fairy agreed, snuggling his lover close to him.
“No, I mean, small where it matters.”
“You’re . . . . thin? I thought that was good.”
“I have a little dick!” Matty yelled.
Phooka looked down again. The fairy was convinced his beautiful annsachd was perfect; Matty’s cock was on the small side, but so asthetically pleasing it balanced out with the rest of his body.
“It’s not that bad; it’s a pleasant mouthful.”
Matty groaned, burying his face in his pillows in shame.
“The worst part is sooner or later, your lover wants you to be on top. And . . . I can’t satisfy anyone that way. I’m too small, I can’t reach the prostate . . . . . And I know you want that, too, because when we went hunting last week you wanted me to find a guy who would participate in a threesome ‘cause I kept saying no.” The blonde youth bent his head forward and buried his face in Phooka’s chest. “I just - nothing hurts like knowing you aren’t doing a thing for your lover. You can just *feel* the disappointment rolling off of them and the next thing you know it’s ‘I’ll call ya’. And they never do.”
Phooka wrapped his arms around his lover and cradled the mortal for a moment, then curled one hand into a fist and rapped his knuckles lightly against Matty’s head.
“Hmm, not quite ripe yet,” the kelpie quipped.
“What?” Matty snapped, giving Phooka a horridly offended look.
The kelpie pointed one finger at himself.
“Fair-y.” he said slowly. “What do fairies do?”
Six months ago, Matty would have come up with a stupid, saccharine answer. Now he knew what fairies did.
“Eat people?”
“Besides that.”
“Change shape?”
“Besides that.”
“Uh . . . . . . Lay on the couch and laugh at horror movies?”
“Fair-y gr-ants wish-es.” Phooka said in the same ‘duh’ tone. “How big do you want to be, Matty?”
Matty’s blue eyes grew wide and round.
“Y-You can do that?”
“Fair-y.”
“Yeah, yeah! Um, wow.” Matthias looked down at his less-than-inspiring manhood. “How big do you think I should be?”
“Hmm.” Phooka reached down and wrapped his hand around Matty’s flaccid cock; almost completely enveloping the slender organ. He began to squeeze and stroke gently, coaxing his lover’s shaft to full erection. And then, much to Matthias’s surprise, it got even more erect.
The mortal man gasped as his cock got larger with every stroke of Phooka’s hand. The blonde groaned helplessly, letting his head fall back to the pillows as his immortal lover pleasured him.
He felt so hot and strange and hot inside, and the way Phooka was lipping gently at his cheek wasn’t helping matters . . . .
“There. I think that’s a good size.”
Matty lifted his head and felt his jaw drop.
Until a few seconds ago, the slender youth’s cock had topped out at four and a half inches; five if he took a hot shower first. The dick still cradled in Phooka’s hand had to have been eight inches, at least, and probably two inches thick.
“Yes. That’ll feel nice.” Phooka purred.
“Weeeheehee,” Matty offered. He reached down, his eyes practically glowing, and gently touched his new favorite organ. It almost shocked him that he could feel his hand. It was like his old dick, but there was just so much more of it.
“Ahhhhahaha.” The blonde said weakly.
Phooka chuckled, moving his hand so that his fingers intertwined with Matty’s.
“You’re right, annsachd, I have been wanting to be fucked instead of doing the fucking. There’s just something so right about a nice hard cock up your ass.”
The blonde youth groaned. Phooka popped one of Matty’s earlobes into his mouth and suckled like he expected to get milk from it. When Matthias was twisting and whining and strung out from need, bucking his super-sized cock into the kelpie’s fist, Phooka pulled away slightly.
“Do you want to try out your new toy now, annsachd?” He breathed.
“Yespleaseohgodyes!”
“Good. Me too.”
**********************************************
Robert Swafford had a lot of time to think.
His former stepson had disappeared upstairs with that . . .that . . .thing and left him chained, naked and bleeding in the basement. From the sounds that emanated down through the floors, the pair were screwing like coked up rabbits.
He thought about what an incredibly stupid idea it had been to come back here with the idea of beating Matty as revenge for the decade he’d spent in federal prison.
Now he wished he’d never been released.
At least in prison the odds of him being chained to the pipes while he was slowly tortured to death and eaten by a monster were . . . .significantly smaller.
He had spent the first eight hours or so trying to figure out what the thing was that had gotten him. The next hour was spent coming to terms with the fact that it didn’t matter. The next two hours were spent concocting a futile plan to beg for mercy from Matty.
A drawn out, impassioned cry rattled down from the upper floors, followed by a shout of:
“Yes! Yes, annsachd!”
Daddy Rob looked up at the ceiling. Matty let that thing fuck him; unbelievable. Of course, Matty let anybody fuck him, so . . . .
The thought drifted off as Rob remembered the many times as darling blue eyed child had begged him not to be rented out to another rough customer that didn’t care what damages he inflicted. He remembered trying to hide Matty’s injuries from the boy’s mother. How long . . . How much time had he spent patching the boy back together? How many times had Matty been handed over still bleeding from his last customer?
How much pain had the boy endured?
It was amazing he ever wanted to have sex again.
A soft laugh from upstairs; Matthias’s voice. The voice of his demon lover joined him a joyful belly laugh.
Rob knew right then that he was going to die.
Maybe not tonight; maybe not even tomorrow, but soon. Matthias Conway would have his revenge.
Rob laid his head against the hot water heater and started to cry.
************************************
Phooka awoke to a kiss. Smiling, he gently kissed back, not bothering to open his eyes. He didn’t need to; he knew the taste, scent, and touch of his mortal lover. Matty’s delicate hand gently swept a stray curl out of the kelpie’s face and pulled back slightly.
“Good morning, my love.” The mortal youth purred.
Phooka purred in pleasure. He started to wrap his arms around the young man’s waist, but Matthias chided him gently.
“Don’t pull; I have tea.”
Phooka finally opened his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful boy was leaning over him with a steaming hot cup of tea in one hand. The kelpie sniffed. Tetley’s, with the unrefined sugar that tasted slightly of molasses. Just the way he liked it.
The kelpie gave a slow, lazy blink. There was something different about Matty, besides the relaxed, happy expression on his face. Not that the loss of that nervous tension the mortal always carried wasn’t a significant enough change. His face even looked a bit different. Matty normal held his eyes wide open through stress or shock or fear. Phooka realized for the first time those azure orbs were set at the slightest slant. It made him look almost . . . . .elfin.
Phooka growled in the back of his throat, sitting up enough to steal another kiss. The pair traded hot, wet kisses back and forth between them. Phooka finally pulled away, brushing his nose against Matty’s briefly. He took the proffered cup of tea and sipped lightly. What else was different about Matty finally struck him.
“I like your hair like that.” The kelpie said.
Matty made a small noise of surprise and ran his fingers through his hair. The normally neatly parted and combed locks were ruffled, casual, as if Matty had simply run his fingers through it and left it at that.
“I just ran my fingers through it.” Matthias admitted.
“It’s sexy. I like your eyes, like that, too.”
“My eyes?”
Phooka put the teacup on the bedside table, caught Matty in his arms and kissed him deeply.
“They’re sexy. You’re sexy. You’re like a High Elf Prince.”
Matty blushed helplessly, laying his head against the kelpie’s chest.
“Phooka?” He murmured, practically swimming in pleasure.
“Hmmm?”
“Will you do something for me today? Please?” Matty breathed, gazing up at his fairy lover in total adoration.
“Anything, annsachd.”
“Kill my stepfather?”
The request was made so light and simply Matty might have been asking the kelpie to hang a picture. Phooka smiled, stroking the youth’s face.
“Of course, wicked angel.”