“My poor, sweet fairy.” She held his head and pulled him up for a gentle, quick kiss. Trillian stepped back. She unbelted her jeans, and slid them down her hips. They pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. There was determination in her movements. She was indomitable, ready to seduce and conquer Keyn. Trillian would heal his broken soul. At least, that was the plan.

She reached out and tugged at his loincloth. Two good pulls and it unraveled. She practically gasped as it fell at his feet. No wonder she felt so full. He was a very big boy. She licked her lips and went to her knees. “Sit on the edge of the tub.”

He complied. “Why?”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Trillian spread his knees so she could kneel between them. Then she gripped his hard shaft in her hands. He jumped up and jerked away. “Hey. Get back here.”

“Do not...touch it.” He swallowed hard.

Well, hell. “You don’t want me to touch your penis. To wrap my lips around it and suck.”

“No, this was a bad idea.” His wings fluttered nervously.

“Keyn.” Trillian stood. “How did you get those scars?” She pointed at his cock, which pulsed and remained a battering ram between his legs.

“I cannot do this.” He turned away.

“Damn it, Keyn. I am trying to make this work. We can be lonely apart or we can work on this mating thing together. I’m sure as hell sick of making my own orgasms.”

He stopped. His voice sounded shaky and weak. “I don’t know if I can do this, Trillian.” His head hung. “The memories, your human smell, your human touches...they overwhelm me.”

She splashed loudly with her panties still on and landed with an ungraceful splat in the tub. The warm water flowed over body and temporarily cooled the lust between her legs. “Then come sit in here with me. It’s just water.”

His cock bobbed as he approached. When he lifted a leg to get in, she got a dazzling view of his heavy balls and couldn’t resist the lick of her lips. The water rose as he sat across from her, their legs touching ever so lightly. She turned the water off, and in silence, they sat. Trillian would wait. He’d saved Cameron. The least she could do was give him some time, maybe a second or third or fourth chance.

He cleared his throat.

“Keyn, what happened when you fell from the sky?”

He gasped and looked away. Finally, he said, “I landed bruised and injured but I wasn’t broken. Not yet. Not until they came.”

“Who?” She reached out, and under the water, her thumb rubbed against his ankle.

“The humans. The human men.”

Trillian stopped. Suddenly, she understood. Her lips parted but no sound emerged. Men in the woods found an injured fairy in a loincloth. “Oh, Keyn, they...” Tears were blurring her vision.

He glanced at her and nodded. “First they...touched it and...” He swallowed hard again. His chest was beginning to heave, his body shivering. Keyn surged to his feet, water cascading down his delicious body as he charged toward the window.

Trillian struggled to follow and nearly landed on her face. Keyn was there, catching her, helping her to stand.

“I am broken, beyond repair.”