Banshee Boyfriend: Fitzhugh 2 (complete)

Fitzhugh takes me further north where he has a home in the mountains. It is a place he shares with his brothers, one older and one younger. Fitzhugh’s family was an odd one, it started with his father, a mortal man, who married three women of Headless descent. His first wife was bicorn, his second a banshee, Fitzhugh’s mother, and the third a fae. 

His reasons for coming here are to hold banquets for select people the new king suspects of treason and spying. It was Fitzhugh’s job to find out the truth. His plans were to lull them into a false sense of security, get them drunk, and pull the truth from them with his charm.

“What will you do if they affirm the king’s beliefs?” I ask.

“You might hear me scream,” he says with a smile. He takes my hand. “Come now, let’s find our chambers.”

He takes me to a completely rough room where the furniture has been built to suit the curvature. The bed rises from the center of the room with the curtains draped all the way down from the ceiling, surrounding a massive stained glass artwork. 

“We might be here for a while, dear wife. I hope you can find something to enjoy here.” He tosses his hat and jacket aside, eager to get out of his form fitting uniform.

“I’m sure there are ways to pass the time here.” I look around the room, inspecting the bureau and wardrobe. They curve so they fit snug along the wall, but the doors and drawers all open easily. 

Fitzhugh undresses completely, walking around the room naked. “You’ll have more time with me. But perhaps that’s not what you would want.”

I give him a cheeky smile. “Don’t you have supposed traitors to entertain? How will you ever find the time to spend with me?”

He sits on the edge of the bed. “There could be days between traitors where I will be free to do as I want.” He pats the bed beside him. “We are married, why not enjoy it?”

“Is this a marriage? I thought it was a sham.” I stand before him, looking over his naked form. 

“Come now, Lady Ozoro.” He lays back and poses on the silk for me. “I like you. How many married folk can say that?”

I hike up my skirts and climb into bed. Fitzhugh helps me undress, removing the layers, the corset, kissing my skin and the marks left behind. “You smell divine.”

“We’ve been traveling all day, I don’t know how that is possible.” I take my hair down from the protective silk and fluff it out. “My back is killing me, my thighs are sore.”

“Let me rub them.” He presses his back against mine and bites my neck. 

I lean back against him. “You only have one thing on your mind.”

His laugh in my ear is a wicked thing. “I have so much on it usually, that when I get to dust that shelf off, it’s a relief.” He pulls me into his lap and spreads my thighs. “You and I have so much fun.”

I bite my lip as his fingers trail down my body. They rub my mound, pulling the hair there. I lean against his chest, breathing deep as his fingers plunge deeper. “We do,” I moan.

Fitzhugh kisses my neck and shoulder. “I promised to keep you my favorite. It hasn’t been hard to do.” He dips his fingers inside me,spreading them to open me and stir me to a froth. “I’ve found such comfort with you, Lady Ozoro.”

“Are you trying to make me confess to something too?” I giggle and lay my head back on his shoulder. 

He kisses my cheek. “It would be nice to hear you say I am your favorite.”

I sit up, removing myself from him. I look him dead into those pale eyes before dropping myself down. I kiss his belly, his thighs, and I drag my tongue down his shaft. He moans above me, arching his hips for me. I take him into my mouth, bobbing my head gently.

“Lady Ozoro,” he breathes. “You could have just said so.”

I moan against him, raking my hands up his body. He feels stiff and heavy against my tongue, a feeling I have come to enjoy. I pull up, suckling the tip before I release him with a pop from my lips.

“Of course you’re my favorite,” I scoff. “You fool.” I stroke him, rubbing the tip against my breast.

Fitzhugh sighs. “I like the praise is all.”

I throw him down onto the bed and mount him, taking what’s mine, what feels good. His fingers dig into my hips, the harder the better. The more I make him moan, the more I enjoy myself. I have come to enjoy the feeling of him being near me, not just now when we indulge. 

I lay down beside him, and I find myself comforted by his presence. He may be quite thin compared to me, but he makes me feel safe. 

“Now we have earned a bath,” he chuckles.

I huff. “Lay here a while, it feels nice.”

He wraps his arm around me and rubs my shoulder. “I’ll need your help, Ozoro,” he murmurs. 

“What do you mean?”

“I need you to help me when they arrive. You’re good at finding secrets. Having you help me would make it so much easier.”

“You’re asking this now?”

“I kept chickening out of it!” He sits up and smiles at me. “You and I make a fantastic team. If we work together, I’m sure it’ll be easier to find out what I need.”

“I’m not some spy like you,” I grumble. “I’m just a woman.”

His eyes narrow upon me. “I figured a woman would understand.” He comes close, pressing his forehead against mine. “You’re not just anything, Ozoro. You don’t understand the power you hold. Let me show you.” He stands up and goes to his luggage stacked in the corner. From inside, he takes out a bundle of letters.

“You kept the letters I sent you?” 

He clutches them to his chest. “How could I not? A letter is a precious thing.” He comes back to the bed and lays his head in my lap.

I run my fingers through his hair as he unwraps the leather band around the letters. “I thought that when you never wrote back, you didn’t care.”

“I didn’t write back because I knew I would bleed my heart all over the page, and if someone got ahold of them, then I would be in danger.” He takes out a letter, one where the envelope looks well worn. “This one is what made me realize that you were something more than even you realized.” He clears his throat as he prepares to read it. “My friend and husband-” He stops and looks up at me. “Love that.” He snaps the page and starts again. “My friend and husband, it has been a few weeks since you left our marriage bed. I’ve changed the sheets and yet, your memory remains. Not because of acts we’ve done, but because of the wine stain you made when you thought wine in bed was a good idea. It wasn’t. The only good idea with wine is to use it to find the truth. Wine brings out the natural nature in people, and my dearest husband, your true nature is a moron. Your friend and wife, Ozoro.”

I furrow my brow. “What at all in that letter makes you think I have any power?”

“It’s your idea,” he laughs. “Using wine to bring out one’s nature. It’s what gave me this eccentric little plot to begin with. Wine and sex shows a person’s values.” He rises back up and looks me directly in the eye. “Ozoro, my lovely wife, together we can find the truth, and we can bring justice to my people.”

“I’m not a spy,” I say with a shake of my head. “What makes you think I can do what you do?”

He cups my face between both palms. “You’re frightening, Ozoro. You easily intimidate. But you’re also very soft and sweet, you can allure. You’re absolutely perfect.” His kiss pulls me close and he wraps me up in his arms. 

Several nights later, the first set of supposed traitors comes to the house. I know them actually, he had been a suitor of mine years ago. The other was an advisor who once worked with my father, I knew how he was on wine already. The reason he had left my father’s employ was because I stabbed his foot with my heel when he got a little too close for comfort. Suddenly, I didn’t feel so bad working with my husband.

I pull Fitzhugh aside and tell him this. The ex-suitor had blathered on and on about his education and how he had been top of his class, but somehow he barely knew how to read. The advisor was a lush and would drink anything placed in front of him, and would sleep with anything with a pulse.

He kisses me in triumph. “I would like to formally thank you in bed tonight,” he grins. “You’re an absolute treasure trove.”

“You’re lucky I’ve dealt with my father and his business all my life.” I pat the top of his head. “Come now, let’s go.”

The evening starts out slow, as both men seem hesitant to be here. Fitzhugh impresses them with food and wine, eventually getting them to warm up enough to talk.

“I’m surprised to see you married, Lady Ozoro.” The ex-suitor has started his blathering. He’s been going on and on for a while now, and I can tell from the look in Fitzhugh’s eye that there's not enough wine in the world to make him enjoy this man.

I look at him, already expecting what he’s going to say. “Really? What makes you say that?”

The ex-suitor smirks at Fitzhugh. “No offense to our host, but when we would meet, you were quite the frigid bitch.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Maybe there was a reason for that.”

“Of course!” He’s forcefully holding back his laughter. “And the reason is quite simple; you’re a woman!” He laughs, the advisor chuckles. Fitzhugh just smirks.

“How would you know, my lord? From he sounds of it, not a one would come near you.” He busts out in a mocking chortle then shakes his head. 

The ex-suitor goes silent, sipping away at his wine. 

“You insult my wife, what’s going to stop you from insulting our king, hm?”

“King,” the advisor scoffs.

Fitzhugh gets an amused look in his eye. “You don’t sound enthused, sir.”

“Our king died.” he jabs his finger onto the table. “The one who sits on that throne is no more deserving of it than any of us sitting here at this table. He’s a Headless sympathizer.” 

“You find fault with that?” Fitzhugh asks.

“There’s a reason the tribes were disbanded, and a reason we kept them from reforming on what was once their land.” The advisor sips his wine.

Under the table I take hold of Fitzhugh’s hand, giving it a tight, reassuring squeeze. 

“Have some more wine, maybe it will make you fun to talk to,” Fitzhugh says with a convincing laugh.

Later that evening, Fitzhugh and I are both assured that the ex-suitor is just an idiot, wrapped up in politics he doesn’t understand. If anything, he’s an unsuspecting scapegoat. But the advisor is different, he holds resentments towards the new order, the new king’s sympathy to the line of the Headless.

Fitzhugh takes me to bed and kisses me. “I’ll return to you later. For now, I want you to stay here. Lock the door, and don’t let anyone in. Got it?”

I place my hands on his biceps. “What are you going to do?” 

He kisses me, hard and passionate, it’s the kind of kiss that makes me levitate off the ground. He reluctantly pulls back. “My job. I’ll return later.”

I lock the door behind him and undress for the night. As I lay in bed, I am roused by a horrible, ghastly scream that comes from every crack and fissure in the walls. It bleeds out like smoke, filling my head until my thoughts seem choked and gagged. I hold pillows around my head until it ceases and then there is a pounding at the bedroom door. The ex-suitor is screaming in panic, begging for entrance.

“It’s here! The scream is here! My lady!” He sounds like he is sobbing.

I know the origin of the scream, though; it belongs to my husband. He knows when death is near and he wouldn’t scream for any other reason. Perhaps, though, he did do it on purpose to punish the ex-suitor for his comments at dinner.

“I didn’t hear anything,” I shout back. “Go to bed, sir, or sleep before the fire if you wet it.” I lay back down in bed while he continues to blubber and pound at the door.

Even later that evening, the ghostly visage of my husband comes through the door. His pale white skin and hollow eyes give me pause, but I relax as he locks the door.

“That moron is asleep out there,” he scoffs.

“He’s been crying out there ever since you screamed.” I pull back the blankets. “What on earth did you do?”

He sneers. “I didn’t get to do shit. That poor fool died of a heart attack when I screamed.” He climbs into bed beside me. “I fucking ruined it.” He lays down and I curl up close beside him. “I at least went through his things, found some papers and plots.” He rolls over onto his side. “Maybe I shouldn’t have screamed. I could have gotten more from him.”

“Why did you?”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “To thank you.”

I kiss him, laying him back in bed and climbing on top of him.

“Not like this,” he whispers. “Let me change for you.”

I place my hand over his mouth. “I want you like this,” I whisper. I drag my hand down his chest. “Just as you are, the real you.” I kiss him again, lovingly and tender. “I never would have expected you to want to hide yourself.”

He breathes softly, rubbing his hands up and down my legs. “I didn’t want to frighten you. I know who I am, but I also know I am much more beautiful in my other visage.”

“That’s not why I like you.” I say sternly. “Not now, anyways. That face may have worked when we first met, but now, there is so much to you I enjoy besides that face.” I smile at him. “I still think you’re beautiful, even now.”

He swallows hard and takes several deep breaths. “Lady Ozoro, you’re going to make me blush.”

I rut myself against him, feeling him becoming aroused and hard. His body warms to the touch, and his hair winds itself around my wrists and legs. His cock has taken on new dimensions as well. It’s more curved than before, with a slender hood that tapers down into these thick ridges. I can feel him deeper inside me, I can feel more of him. His sharp fingers dig into my hips, urging me to move faster and harder. 

He and I move as one that night, not just urging each other over the edge, but willingly climbing to fall together. His body and my body have no beginning or end, rather, we are complete, a full circle. His touch is mine, mine is his. I have never felt so perfectly entwined with someone before. It’s frightening and breathtaking, but I cannot stop from wanting this feeling. I never want it to end, I never want to let go. 

Come morning, he is still wrapped around me, his hair holding me like his arms. He pale body stands out against my skin. I smile to myself and, as he stirs, I turn and look into his eyes.

“When did we fall in love?” He asks softly.

I kiss him. “Doesn’t matter.”

He lays back down and I place my head upon his chest. His breath is slow and even, but I know his mind is churning away.

“I’ve never been in love,” he says suddenly. “I never wanted to.”

“That’s funny,” I yawn.

“I’m serious, Ozoro. What have you done to me?” He sits us up so he can look into my eyes. “You do love me too, right?”

I smile at him, starting to giggle. “I do.”

Fitzhugh smirks. “Why are you laughing?” 

“Not sure. But it is funny, don’t you think?” I place a soft kiss on his cheek. “We agreed this wasn’t going to end up this way, and yet, here we are.”

Fitzhugh brushes his fingers against my face with a smile I had never seen before. “You know what? I’m not mad about it.”