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Curative lotion || (borra x fem!reader)

*Sorry for the grammatical errors i’m not english*

tag list: @the-dream-catch3r @ateliefloresdaprimavera @thisishirathesecond

it was a quiet afternoon that evening in the kingdom. Winter was coming and the rains had begun to water the arid autumnal lands. You liked to hear that noise, you looked out into the numerous windows of Ulstead Castle and closed your eyes, listening to that sometimes light, sometimes stormy symphony. You also liked to look at lightning and feel that feeling of adrenaline when the glow of light scarred the earth.

And even that evening, the rain had decided to give you another concert, accompanied by the crackling of the fireplace in the dining room, you were setting the table with the others you need for Queen Aurora and King Philiph and as usual the two kings made the their entrance with their generous and peaceful faces. You had not seen such a peaceful kingdom, you thought that the coexistence of the magical and human kingdom was impossible and instead everything seemed to be going well.

Until that moment…

Suddenly the great doors burst open and Maleficent ran up his entrance followed by others of his kind.

“Godmother” said Aurora, worried, rising from her chair.

“Aurora you have to help us, some poachers broke into the Moors and some of ours who were defending the borders were attacked and injured” the woman said in an angry tone but also worried “I know that some of your servants are also good healers, we will need of their help, some of ours are serious enough ”

“I’m speechless … how did they dare to do this?” The queen wondered in a dejected tone as her husband gently took her arm.

“Don’t worry me adored, I’ll go with some soldiers to search the place, you think of our people” Philiph assured her, giving her a chaste kiss on the front and running out of the room to gather the troops.

As Aurora resumed lucidity and watching the group of servants present said:

“There is one of them who has a lot of experience with the sick and I think it is right for you. (Y/n) come here" said the queen showing you to the people of fairies "Tell us what we can do?” You thought for a moment and without delay you decide to propose your plan.

"The less serious bring them to the kitchens, give them food and try to clean with water, the more serious ones instead bring them to the guest room, I start preparing a healing lotion” you explained running immediately towards the greenhouse in search of the ingredients.

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It had become a deep night, but the worst was over, most of the injured were not so serious but one in particular had been hit several times in the back, with iron splinters. His name was Borra, one of the leaders of the Dark Fae. You had often seen him wandering around the castle, especially for his usual patrols of patrol with other Fae. Certainly you would never have thought, however, to put your hand on his mighty and muscular body, surely not removing thick splinters from his flesh and cleaning his wounds from the blood.

A positive side was that he was unconscious all the time, if he had been conscious surely embarrassment and panic would have played tricks on you.

You decided to place your tired body beside a window, listening to the song of the rain, while Borra’s body rested on a bed not too pompous like that of royal spouses. You almost fell asleep when a strange grunt made you stand up.

Borra had woken up and didn’t seem pleased at all from his attitude.

“Where…Where am I ?! This is not the Moors…You!" He growled angrily, trying to get out of bed, but you ran towards him trying to get him back on the mattress "Take your hands off me, lousy poacher, I knew I shouldn’t trust you humans !” He said cursing the winged man. You didn’t know where to put your hands to avoid hurting him so placing your fingers gently on his shoulders you said:

"Stop screaming, I’m (y / n), a servant of the queen and I saved you!” You replied a little disappointed in her attitude below. The blond seemed a second to calm down and observing his back covered with bandages, he began to guess that perhaps you were not lying “Now try to relax, you have wounds that are healing and if you don’t relax the muscles the process will be longer and more painful” you explained while the man with a childish pout lay back on the bed on his stomach, so that the wings could remain comfortable. You took a few seconds to admire them in all their greatness, they were simply stupendous, powerful, and your instinct to touch them with your fingertips was almost uncontrolled.

“Wren…” Borra said in a deep tone “What are you doing?” He asked knowing perfectly what you were up to, but it was in the nature of the Fae to put people in awe. And in fact he succeeded very well with you, in fact you quickly removed your hand and with the blush on your cheeks you tried to find a possible solution.

“Here…I remembered that I have to take my healing lotion…I forgot it in the kitchens” you answered in panic and then turned around and ran to get it, leaving Borra with an amused but at the same time perplexed look .

What a curious human had Queen Aurora…

A few minutes later you returned with an amphora filled with a transparent and fragrant liquid.

“Then there really was this antidote of yours” the boy replied with an amused smile. In response you inflated your cheeks pouting.

“What did you think I was going to do?” I asked acidly and in response Borra raised his shoulders slightly in a vague way and then threw a guttural grunt from the pain. Realizing that the lotion was necessary you approached the bed a little intimidated and sitting on the side, bringing a hand close to touch the bandages of the winged man who, however, quickly grabbed your wrist.

“What are you going to do, wren?” He asked grimly.

“Stop calling me wren, I have a name my name is (y/n)” you commented arching an eyebrow “Anyway, doesn’t it seem obvious to you? this lotion can ward off any physical pain and you seem very needy right now" you finally answered his question.

"I do not need your foolish human medicines, I am a rock, nothing can scratch me” Borra said proudly, and in response you put your elbow on one of his wounds, causing him to jump with pain.

“If you were a rock you would not have been brought here unconscious and dying, now you make the good fairy and let this lotion pass” you replied back, trying to make your wrist slip away from Borra’s iron grip, which after a few moments of meditation he decided to give up your arm.

You initially tried to remove the bandages from that body, but if he had been lying down the matter would have been very complicated.

“Um…could you get up? I can’t get the bandages off if you stay like this” you said slightly embarrassed as he rose from the bed with a loud snort. His powerful and muscular figure in front of your thin and seated, caused in your chest a suffocating sensation of warmth, while the throat started to get tight.

"Well?” Borra asked, awakening from your thoughts and getting up too, you approached his chest, carefully untying those thick bandages, while the almost scarred wounds had begun to breathe again. It was amazing how the Dark Fae could heal faster than ordinary humans.

“Do you like wren? Is it a beautiful view compared to the view of the castle?

"Y-You can sit on the bed now” you murmured while Borra feigned a surprised expression.

“Oooh you already want to go to the point? I didn’t make you so enterprising”

“Shut up!” You cursed more embarrassed than ever as the winged man did as requested. You sat behind him trying not to get caught by those huge wings.

“However I don’t understand how this stupid lotion of yours can make my body relax, I find it really rid–” Borra’s words broke in the instant when your fingers drenched in that perfumed liquid felt his scarred muscular back . It was a strangely pleasant sensation, the liquid was cold to the touch which contrasted his warm skin. Furthermore, your hands were truly divine. You started to slowly massage the part near the neck in a circular way, slowly descending towards the winged shoulder blades.

“Excuse me were you saying?” You asked ironically, getting a slight snarl of an answer.

“Sweetie you are doing a good job, don’t make it horrible right now…” Borra murmured relaxed pulling out a powerful sigh. In fact these muscles were as stiff as a piece of marble, surely this dude needed some relaxation. After all, the guide of a warrior did not give anybody any discounts, yet you could not help but find his reaction to your touch amusing, he looked almost like a cat. Especially since when you got close to massaging the base of the boy’s wings it felt like he was purring.

On the other hand, Borra was in another dimension, the delicate touch of your fingertips had caused him a strange sensation, as if a fiery fire was growing throughout his body, his mind was blurred and his pupils dilated. He had begun to imagine your hands on his powerful chest, which slowly descended on his belly, until he reached the hips. Oh what he was imagining.. and what he is planning to do to you, if only he had the chance.

But the flame went out when your hands stopped and instinctively Borra turned his gaze slowly towards you, as if to ask yourself why you stopped.

“I think I have a cramp in my hands, maybe I tried too much…” you said with a small grimace and at that point the boy turned completely towards you, taking your little hands in his. They were red and probably the fingers were very tired. So without saying anything, the man began to massage your palms under your questioning gaze and after a few moments he raised his gray eyes so that they met yours. His gaze was so deep and mysterious, it seemed as if he was slowly devouring your soul.

“You took care of me all night, now it’s time for me to take care of you” Borra muttered, placing the palm of your small hand on his face, then kissing it with extreme delicacy, never breaking your bond of looks. Your heart was beating wildly and you felt that your mind was also losing its lucidity.

You looked down to hide your blush and noticing it anyway, Borra approached your ear, causing his hot breath to clash against your sensitive skin.

“Trust me, wren” the boy whispered, slowly grasping your face with one hand, so that your eyes would meet again “Let yourself go” he said in a deep tone before brushing your lips, which joined in a sweet kiss. The lips of that winged man were something as sensational as the rest of his body, every strip of skin that marked with a kiss became hot and relaxed. But the most disarming thing was the delicacy with which his hands touched your face, his fingernails traced veiled contours on your cheekbones while his lips went slowly down towards your jaw, then onto your neck, filling it with a damp trail of kisses.

With one hand Borra lowered the shoulder of one of your dresses, exposing your collarbone, devoid of signs or imperfections, while in his mind the man’s desire to take you and make you his was ever more present and fierce. Without further delay, he unfastened your suit until it slipped off your back and made it rest on your legs. The view of your naked body was something that literally left him breathless and when he saw your hands cover your breast, he prepared to stop you.

“Why do you cover yourself?” He asked in a whisper, kissing your forehead several times to get rid of all worries.

“I…I’m ashamed, no man had ever seen my body without clothes” you whispered timidly as your cheeks colored.

“Then I will be the first and last man to tell you that your body is more beautiful than any flower that covers the Moors” replied Borra with a sincere smile, as he pushed your hands away from your breasts, then resting one of his large hands on one of them. Watching your eyes narrow and your lips let out some pleasant sighs, he gave Borra a really tender view, which didn’t stop a second from kissing that face of yours.

“Let every small thought run away, focus only on pleasure” the boy whispered, as he helped your body stretch out between the murky sheets. Your nod as an answer gave further confirmation to him, who lowered his face to the height of your breasts and began to kiss and slowly lick your sensitive nipples, giving you light shivers all over your body. Without further warning, Borra’s teeth grasped a corner of your breast, sucking it greedily, letting his ears fill with your soft moans, finally leaving a reddish mark on your sensitive and candid skin.

With his face descended all over your belly, until he again met that hindrance and gave you a knowing look, he slowly bit his lips, pulling out of his legs that annoying dress and throwing it somewhere remote from the room.

“You are a wonderful wren” Borra said with a small smile, returning to kiss your lips, while your two bodies were wrapped in his wide wings, as if somehow the man wanted to protect you from anything around you. At a rat you jumped in that passionate kiss, feeling the blond’s fingers caress your slightly wet intimacy, letting another moan of pleasure escape you “and the fact that you’re already wet, gives me the sure proof that my task to make you relax is going very well” he commented biting a cheek in a playful way, while he continued to massage your clit slowly.

Your body was in the throes of flames and pleasure, your mind was now blacked out and the only thing that made you feel alive was Borra’s body in contact with yours. And the desire to have him was becoming impatient.

“Please…” you whispered on his lips, capturing the attention of your lover.

“What wren? tell me, "Borra asked, tilting his head to one side, as his finger speed increased more and more.

"I…I want you eat me out…” those timid words left his bestial instinct in the boy’s mind and, without another word, he approached your intimacy that was in need of attention.

“As you wish…” Borra whispered, kissing your pussy, replacing his lips with his warm, moist tongue. Your back slowly arched in front of the new but damn pleasant sensation, while your fingers clung to the soft sheets that were impregnated by the smell of your skins. Your mouth, as it tried to stay tight, could not hide your mischievous and fulfilled verses. It was so damn wrong all this, you had loyalty to your queen, you had to be at that moment by his side but you were locked in a room with a magical creature to have perhaps the most intense sex of your life.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard that Borra’s fingers were joined by his fingers that had started teasing your entrance still untouched.

“It will be annoying at the beginning, but afterwards you will not be able to do without what I will give back, little wren” Borra whispered, leaving a delicate bite on one of your thighs, before inserting a finger into your entrance, tearing a more acute moan, I wait that you get used to that feeling and then start pushing it slowly in and out. Observing your expression in the grip of pleasure was something that satisfied him more than anything else at that moment and for this he didn’t wait long to add a second finger, letting your intimacy get used to that pleasant intrusion.

“Ah…Borra” you whispered, feeling a huge fire blazing towards your lower abdomen while your skin was shivering “I won’t…I won’t last much longer” you tried to say with fatigued tone, leaving the lips of your lover rippled in a mischievous smile.

“But the best is yet to come…You must believe me” he replied, bringing his lips closer to yours in a more sensual and untidy kiss, as he slowly slipped his fingers from your entrance, muffling that aphrodisiac sensation of a growing that was spreading in your body. Borra’s powerful body made its way between your legs, while his arms rested on the sides of your head.

“I wonder if your queen will hear your sweet moans tonight?” Borra asked himself only for the sake of provoking you and noticing your lovely pout on your face, he gathered your lips together, while slowly taking off his pants with one hand, lowering them to the right amount by letting his now rigid member press on your intimacy, which is now completely sensitive.

Before being able to push inside you, the winged man took a moment to look at your eyes, tired but at the same time vivid with lust, your swollen red lips, and your rosy cheeks; he put a hand on your face to caress it and with a small movement of the head he brought your foreheads close to each other, so that they touched each other.

“I want you to know that what I am doing is not just a pastime…” Borra whispered “if I decided to share this moment with you it is because I feel that there is something that binds me to you, probably because you took it take care of my wounds…" he said with a slight shrug "Just remember that my eyes will look at you this way only and uniquely, no woman in any realm can have the attention I have for you, (y/n)” he whispered on your lips, while your heart had decided to splash away from your chest due to the sudden electric discharge of emotions. Knowing that for that creature, you weren’t just a toy, it made your heart have one less boulder to carry on its back.

“Then you remember that my name is (y/n)” you replied with an amused smile that was returned by Borra who after kissing you for the last time, came into you with a slow push shortly after he began to move at the same speed, not detaching his eyes from your eyes.

The feeling you were feeling was indescribable, Borra was right at first the act was a little painful, but at each push you felt a feeling of incredible completeness and fulfillment growing inside you. You and Borra were one, your bodies merged with one another. The room was crowded with your moans and cries of pleasure, kisses and caresses, your nails that held your lover’s hips, his hands caressing your untidy strands of hair. It wasn’t long before both of you reached your orgasm, but Borra was quick enough to get out of you and pour over your smooth belly. “It is not yet time to have small hybrid puppies around the Moors” the boy joked lying down next to you, having covered you with a sheet to keep your naked body from getting cold.

“You travel a lot with your imagination I see” you answered with an exhausted smile, playing with his own hair “You know? You try to play the part of the Dark Fae hard, without feelings and without fear. But in the end, beneath those wings lies a true and proper puppy’s soul" you said sincere, but also with the intention of teasing him. In response, Borra raised his eyes to the sky in a feigned harsh attitude, and wrapping himself in a muscular arm greeted you on his chest in a protective manner.

"Sleep wren, it’s been a long night” he whispered before falling into a deep sleep with you.

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The beauty & the beast || (borra x fem!reader)

tag list: thisishirathesecond , ateliefloresdaprimavera

(sorry for the possible errors)

Oflaria is one of the most flourishing and prestigious kingdoms. Gathered profiques, always full of tourists and spices from all over the world, every month we always celebrate some festivals, people are happy and always meet in the square to dance and sing.

King Constantine, your father, has brought forth this region with much effort but all have borne fruit. And you, her daughter, were proud to know that one day you would rule that prestigious territory following your father's example. There was only one small problem, a prince needed a male figure, however many her skills were. And this concept proprionon did not want to get into your head. You? With a weakling prince? No way! It was a morning like any other when your sleep was interrupted by your maid who gently woke you. "My lady, wake up, today is a big busy day" said the old lady. You munched as you stretched yourself abandoning your lavish bed. "Commitments? I didn't remember having commitments" you said, puzzled. "Your father has prepared a surprise for you, he said you will be amazed!" exclaimed the old lady helping you dress. "A surprise?" you asked enthusiastically, who knows what the king will have in store for you. Maybe a new horse? Or finally fencing lessons?

You tried to prepare yourself as quickly as possible and with great strides you started towards the throne room, where you met your father sitting in his usual place.

"Father! I knew you prepared a big surprise for me" you exclaimed taking his old hands, the old king nodded with a kind smile.

"Oh yes you will see, it is not refused this time" requested King Constantine "I have received word that you have a great interest in exploring new places besides our kingdom, isn't it?" He asked.

"Don't tell me! Did you build me a ship to travel?" You asked not being in the skin anymore for the emotion.

"Oh even better my little flower, guards let the guests in" your father ordered, as you heard the doors of the room open, you turned to look at who these new people are, but your smile died within seconds when you were presented with two winged monsters.

"Dad...who are these?" I ask about the tone of the ear with a flexible tone for your impromptu panic.

"Well darling, do you remember when at dinner he tells you about the rhythm that Queen Aurora had established with the Moors?" You nod "Well I decided that friendly relations with these creatures is a very wise and generous act and they agreed to visit" Explained your father.

"My lord, I am Conall and he is Borra" said the dark-skinned winged man bowing elegantly, a difference from the other who made a meager gesture with his head. He didn't reassure you his eyes were too hard and fierce, as if he had been forced to come and visit you. Conall, on the other hand, transmitted the opposite emotions, or was very good at pretending.

"Nice to have you here with us, as you know I am King Constantine and this beautiful girl is my daughter, (y/n)" said the king, pointing at your figure, thus leading the gaze of those present to you. Borra's dark and vivid eyes pierced you like a blow, letting your body shudder.

"Please, follow us into the dining room, there is nothing more pleasant than discussing business over a good brunch" said the king, rising from his throne and followed by a wheel from you and the two guests. There was absolute silence, but one thing that surely captured your hearing was the question that Borra whispered to Conall, it was in that instant that you heard his hoarse and dark tone for the first time.

"What the hell is a brunch?" He asked almost awkwardly.

"I don't know, let's go along without making too many complaints" reported the comparison calmly.

Arrived at a huge terrace covered with a floral gazebo you were about to sit at the big table, full of various delicacies. Needless to say, the two guests had a hard time sitting down with those big wings that came together, and this made you hide a small smile. You noticed puzzled that the cutlery had been changed with the ceramic ones and looking at your father he sensed. "See darling, I preferred to change the dishes with materials that would not endanger the lives of our guests, unfortunately the iron can hurt them" explained the king.

"I see, well the iron cutlery rusts right away and they aren't all that elegant" you said as you started to drink some tea.

"Well then, I am sorry that your Mrs. Maleficent could not have come here, but I am still happy to have welcomed you warriors. In the letter I sent her I explained to her that in my opinion there would have been a more solid pact than a marriage to seal peace" you listened to the words of your father, who had decided to marry Maleficent, after his years without you mother? "And that's why my daughter will marry a noble warrior, and to imagine from the name mentioned in the letter, I suppose it's you, Borra, my daughter's future husband" your father exclaimed enthusiastically.

Not even the time to finish the sentence that you spit your tea all over the table in shock, while Borra nodded and suddenly he was petrified.

For what absurd reason did Maleficent not warn him?!

"Don't talk about it, Father! You have proposed me to hundreds of young princes, it will not be this...winged man to have my hand!" You exclaimed in a rage and getting up from the table “I will have a progeny of winged monsters, your grandchildren will have horns and wings! Do you realize the absurdity?” You asked while Borra feeling himself taken into consideration, he got up in turn growling threateningly.

"How dare you? I at least know how to defend myself, I don't need armor to fight" he said, flapping his hands on the table “and did you ever mirror yourself? you look like a...” but he was interrupted by Conall who gave him a reproachful look.

"I will never marry anyone! I don't need a man to rule, father! and if you have not understood it all these years, then I go away and I will build a kingdom of my own, with my only strengths” you said as you ran out of the terrace, as you heard the screams of the king who begged for your return.

You quickly changed getting rid of your princely dress and wearing the right clothing to ride, you then started towards the stable and riding on your steed, you passed the castle walls and your vast city looking for a quiet place to stop the night.

Rode without stopping for many miles, you had crossed much of the forest and when night fell you camped in a cave that overlooked the banks of a small lake. It was really difficult to light a fire powerful enough to cook that miserable fish you were able to catch. The wild life seemed easier and heroic in the books of myths, but apparently it was just dirty and tiring. Also it was quite cold and your cape was not very successful in trying to warm you up.

It all seemed pretty quiet, until Solomon, your horse didn't start to get nervous, like there was something around.

"Hey my friend, what's wrong?" You asked shortly before a strong blow to the head stunned you for a few moments, the right time to grab you and tie your wrists with a rope. Someone dragged you and made you fall badly into the cold cave.

"Who are you? and what do you want from me?” you shouted trying to look threatening, the little flame that cooked your dinner, lit up just three male figures. Surely they were three bandits.

"Give us all your money, wanderer!" Ordered one of them "Tell us where you have your money or I swear I'll slit your throat with this knife!" Another said, showing a dagger from his pocket, making you scare.

"I swear to you, I have nothing, I only live on what nature gives me" you replied trying not to look terrified, but your trembling voice didn't play in your favor. The man who had a dagger in his hand, approached your figure and approached to attack your neck, he stopped shortly before the blade rubbed your silky skin.

"Let me be beaten guys" the bandit told his colleagues with a mischievous tone, "We have the princess of Ophlaria in front of us" she announced theatrically as the others laughed.

"Take your hands off me, you filthy worm" you screamed, pecking at a powerful fist on the lip that caused a blow to your head to account for the rocky terrain. Your senses became more and more muffled but you could still have the annoying sensation of pain on your slightly bloody mouth.

"This night we won't have the money, but we could have fun with this sweet princess. They will pay a very high ransom for your pretty face" proposed one of the bandits laughing in a squalid way.

"I start with her first, then it will be yours as soon as I feel quite satisfied. I wonder if it's true that the princess is still pure?" said the man who had beaten you, starting to tear your shirt with his dagger.

"No Please! Do not touch me! I said don't touch me!” You screamed desperately as your eyes filled with tears, was this really the end you should have met? Was this the punishment you deserved after refusing your duty to marry you?

You closed your eyes in terror, not having enough guts to look at that disgusting scene in your face, but all of a sudden some unsheathed screams caught your attention. With the little strength left open in two slits the eyes and all that presented itself before you was as fast as the wake of a comet.

The two men on the sidelines had been captured by enormous thorny roots, which crushed them until they broke bones after bones. As for your cruel molester, he was lifted off the ground slowly, by a hand that grabbed his neck with a lethal grip. A winged figure looked him straight in the eye and after throwing a monstrous snarl he whispered "If you only think you can hurt the princess, you will first have to overcome my corpse" after which the neck of the last bandit remained broke with a simple movement of wrist.

Your fragile and trembling body was still on the ground, intent on observing the figure of your savior, who approached you, and gently grasping your body, made you sit with your back to a wall of the cave. Only then did you recognize Borra's hollow face, lit by the soft flame of the fire.

"You ..." you whispered confused.

"I see that your plan to create a new kingdom is proceeding perfectly," the cuckold replied sarcastically, raising his eyebrows in exasperation.

"Fuck you" you whispered with the little voice left. You hated to admit your defeat.

"A thank you would be more aristocratic on your part," he replied with a small growl. Then put his gaze on your lower lip, swollen and injured. You perceive the rough but at the same time warm palm of one of his hands resting on one side of your face, while a thumb was trying to take away the blood that was dripping in excess "A man should never get his hands on a defenseless woman, nobody should take it out on those who can't protect themselves ... that's why I hate the nature of you humans "Borra commented dejectedly and somehow his words hit you.

A being like him could immediately give the impression of a beast, of a bad and heartless being, and yet, although you had insulted him, he had saved you, from those you would have called subjects. Your attention shifted again to Borra's face, which had moistened his thumb with his saliva and was about to lean on your wound on his lip.

"For all the heavens! What are you doing ?! ”you asked in disgust, moving away from his hands.

"I'm trying to disinfect your wound, since you don't even have medicinal herbs with you, idiot!" Borra tried to justify himself, realizing that he had not yet untied his wrists and without even using so much strength, he broke the rope that you imprisons, also noticing your slightly reddened wrists.

"How ... how did you manage to find me?" You asked still bewildered as you rubbed your aching wrists, Borra let out a proud and proud smile.

"I've never lost sight of you, at least until you've entered the cave. I would never have left you alone in this world, "the boy explained.

"Did you prepare this sentence?" You asked raising an eyebrow almost in order to tease him. But he didn't particularly appreciate it.

"Do you want to keep joking, princess?" The blonde asked menacingly "I flew far and wide, I killed people for you and I'm taking care of you!" He added reproachfully.

"Because if you hate humans, then why did you do all this? Probably because you want to look good with my father? Surely now you have the throne insured "you replied stinging.

"Your throne would burn it quietly, it is not the riches that interest me!" Said Borra "For years I have been blinded by anger and revenge. But during the war in Ulstead I met death and pity, and I realized that there may be some humans worth fighting for, so it's worth protecting..." the boy explained, looking you straight in the eye and only in that moment you realized that the distance between your faces was only a few centimeters "Obviously ... for you the phrase <<there are humans that are worth loving>> is not even a day from our meeting and you already make me damn , monkey" he said, moving away, knowing perfectly well that his tone would tickle you as needed.

"THEN IT'S SO THAT YOU WANTED TO CALL ME TODAY! Before your friend stopped you" you exclaimed indignantly, advancing on his figure, who turned his back to you, but as soon as you were ready to throw a" punch "at him, Borra turned abruptly and took you by his hips and leaned on his shoulder like a potato sack.

"Let's make a deal, when we get home I'll teach you how to fight, so we'll try to blanch your spiteful little monkey spiteful" Dark Fae offered with a little laugh.

"As long as I teach you something to improve your bear-like bearing" you said, trying to squeeze out of his grip with little success.

"Oh now you are back the princess all right and delicate? And where is my little monkey that sends me to fuck me, instead of thanking me?" Borra asked, holding back a laugh while grabbing the bridle of your horse he accompanied you to the way back, while the woods were covered with your voices that were teasing each other.

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