Unseelie Girlfriend (Complete)

    You’ve always had a green thumb and have been gardening since you were little. You loved flowers, but your favorite by far were roses. By the time you were a teenager, you had made a massive rose garden. It became a popular destination for royals and nobles in the area, and your roses were featured in some of the most lavish castles and palaces. You were so well known as the Master of Roses, you had been called for my kings and queens to design and grow their gardens. But your garden remained your passion.

    Your skills had earned you good money, and you were able to live a comfortable lifestyle, but nothing gave you more pleasure than tending to your own garden. You were currently working on a new crossbreed, making a pink and white rose. You were getting close, but your efforts were stilled mottled at best.

    You had given up on the project months ago when your sister had gone missing. She had been walking through the woods to come to visit you when she just vanished. You had searched high and low for her, but all efforts showed nothing. Months went by, and there was no word or sign. You had all but given up hope on finding her.

    Then, one day, there was a knock on your door. Standing on your doorstep was an Unseelie knight, and beyond him, you saw the royal carriage of the King. You were frozen in fear, unsure why the Unseelie King would be here. What would he want with roses? He wouldn’t need a gardener either. 

    She’s tall and regal with eyes that resemble green glass. Her skin is faintly green with a lustrous shimmer. Her cheekbones are high and angular, sharp enough to cut glass. Her hair looks like the stems of rose, long greens stalk with sharp red thorns. They twist around her head, and some fall off her shoulder. You see small buds all through her hair, delicate roses just waiting to blossom.

    You’re in awe of her, and you can’t stop staring.

    She comes towards you with a sour expression on her face, and she thrusts something out at you. It’s a mirror, and she’s jamming it into your chest.

    “A message from her majesty the queen,” she scoffs. “Take it.”

    She slams the mirror into your hands, and you hold it up. In the place of your reflection, you see your sister.

    “It’s really you!” You gasp.

    “Hello, brother,” she says softly. “Oh, you look so well! I’m so happy to see you!”

    “Where have you been?” You whisper. “You have been missing all these months!”

    She smiles at you. “I am so sorry. I got married!”

    “Married?” You frown.

Your sister turns, presenting a tall, dark man behind her. “This is my husband,” she tells you, and your jaw goes slack. “This is Czernobog.” She sits in his lap, and he puts his arms around her.

Czernobog smiles softly. “Well now, I’ve heard all about you, Master of Roses,” he says with a silvery voice. “It is a pleasure to meet my Queen’s family.”

“Queen?” You whisper, everything still sinking in.

“I have a gift for you,” Czernobog replies. “A rose from my garden, for yours. The beautiful Klasha, for you.” You glance up at the thorny girl, still awed by the beauty she is. She looks at you, and a devilish smirk spreads across her lips. “My Queen thought she would be a good match for you. And since I got married Klasha has been lonely.” He nuzzles to your sister’s cheek. “She was head of my harem.”

“Oh,” you don’t quite know how to respond to that.

“Did she give you my gift yet?” Your sister asks.

“Huh? Gift?” You ask.

    Klasha takes the mirror from you. “Show me to your garden,” she says.

    You frown slightly. “I would like to talk to my sister please.”

    “Maybe later,” she tilts her head. “But first, the garden.” You take her down the small stone path and into your garden.

    You watch Klasha as she looks around. Her elegant hands touch the roses, and a slight smile crosses her face. 

    “Can I have the gift from my sister?” You ask.

    She glances back at you. “No,” she says, and the rose bush opens and billows out. She steps inside it, and the rose bush closes around her.

    Klasha stays hidden in the roses, and that night you walk out into the garden. You’ve brought a bowl of fresh fruit for her as well as something to drink.

    “Lady Klasha?” You murmur. “Are you still here?”

    “I’m sorry about my sister,” you murmur. “She thought she was doing something kind. But I know it doesn’t feel that way.” You set the drink and food down. 

    “Your sister is a cow,” Klasha snarls. A vine lashes out, taking the cup of wine you brought. It zips into a bush, and you go to stand near it.

    “Hey!” You snap. “I’m upset with her too, but that gives you no right to name call her like that.” 

    A bush before you open up and Klasha steps out. Her body seems one with the roses, and you’re once again stunned by how beautiful she is. She sits in the open bush, her knees pulled up to her chest.

    “Your sister is just lucky. My King has always had a fascination with mortals,” she murmurs.

    “Are you in love with Czernobog?” You ask, taking a seat.

    She scoffs. “No!” She grumbles. “Did I enjoy him? Yes. Was he a good fuck? Yes!” She frowns down at the ground. “I liked being his favorite,” she whispers. “But I never loved him.”

    “I’m sorry,” you mutter.

    She looks back at you and takes a drink of wine. “You would make a lovely prize,” she says. “I wonder what would have happened had you been spirited away.” She touches your cheek and runs her fingers through your hair. She smells intoxicating good when she’s close to you.

    “You’d be popular with the girls of the castle,” Klasha grins. “For you skill with roses, for one.” She then points to your pants. “Depends on whats in there. I dunno yet. Whip it out.”

    You scowl at her, and she throws her head back with laughter. “That face!” She wheezes and snorts. “You looked like a pissed cat!” She then holds her hand out. “Ok, keep it locked up. I just wanted to see your face.” She wags her fingers. “The fruit, please?”

    You sigh and hand her the bowl. “Why do the Unseelie even take mortals?” You ask. “Why does your king love humans so?”

    She smirks and tilts her head. “Because they’re warm,” she answers softly. “Because they live and die. It is a fascination with us. We are so used to having things that last forever that when we hold something so fleeting, it feels like a treasure.”

    You furrow your brow. “So the fae like us...simply because we die?”

    “Everyone has their different reasons. Some like to fuck. Others like to look. It’s all about status really. Like how mortals keep horses and foxes and whatever. Statues and entertainment.” She chuckles. She then huffs and looks around. “I’ll give you credit,” she sighs. “Your garden is magnificent. Your roses speak nothing but love for you.”

    Your eyes go wide. “You can speak to my roses.”

    She turns, cupping a blossom in her palms. “They tell me you are loving and kind.” She glances at you. “They tell me you have gentle fingers and soft lips.”

    You blush and look down at your knees. “Oh well,” you cough and start again. “I touch them as I would touch a woman, with tenderness and affection. I would never handle my roses harshly.”

    You feel Klasha’s breath on your ear. You’re frozen in place, feeling like you’ve been cornered by a wild animal. “Would you touch me as you touch your blossoms?”

    You glance at her from the corner of your eye, seeing she is frighteningly close. “Only if you wanted me to,” you reply.

    She chuckles and presses and open mouth kiss to your throat. She moans softly, and your body turns to warm butter. “You smell good for a mortal.” She pulls back towards the rose bushes. “Like dark, wet earth after the rain.” She smirks at you. “Would you make me one of your blossoms?” She asks. “If I stay here in your garden, would you tend to me?”

    You stand up and nod. “If you stayed in my garden, I would do everything in my power to keep you as beautiful and happy as the rest of my roses. I would see to it you would become more beautiful and fragrant than you are now.”

    A smirk spreads across her dark lips, and she places a small package in your hands. “You’re none much better than the king, you know?” She tilts her head.

You look at her, furrowing your brow and she smirks over the rim of her cup at you. 

“You yes,” she sighs. “You steal girls just like he does,” she says with a devilish grin.

You frown at her. “I didn’t steal you away.”

Klasha chuckles and leans back in the rose bush. “You’ve brought me into your home,” she replies, “you’ve offered me food and drink,” she continues.

“Is that what the King does?” You ask.

“It is what all Unseelie doo,” she crosses her legs in a dramatic, swooshing fashion, almost as if she’s giving you a peek of something. “We lure with appetite.”

You chuckle slightly. “So food, drink, and sex?” You ask. “Or do you offer other menu options?”

Klasha grins. “Those are the three basics,” she pops a few grapes into her mouth and chews in contemplation. “Sometimes I’ve known drugs to be offered, but the King has never liked that. He said that makes the hunt too easy.”

“And what about you?” You ask. “What is your method for stealing?”

She wags her finger at you. “I am the stolen one here,” she says. “Or well, given, I suppose,” she scoffs. 

“You could leave,” you tell her. “You don’t have to stay simply because my sister and the King said so.”

She frowns at you. “And where would be the fun in that?” She huffs and looks around, her gaze a little sad. “It’s no fun at the palace anymore. The King is so wrapped around her finger he doesn’t see himself. It’s smugness,” she sticks her tongue out and gags.

“They’re in love-” you start, but she reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“Don’t say that word!” She scoffs. She goes back into her rose bush and lays her head on a vine. “It’s disgusting.”

“So, I guess stealing humans is never for simply catching a date,” you sigh, rubbing your cheek where she struck you. 

“For the Unseelie, love is an afterthought,” she grumbles. She then glares at you, and she sits up again. “The Unseelie steal humans for entertainment, whether that means sex, torture, or mere pranks,” she says. “Like I said, it’s easy. We lure with appetites.”

“It really doesn’t matter then,” you grumble.

“In a way,” she shrugs. “It’s an art form. You wine, you dine, and then you strike. You take all you want and then leave what remains. Although,” she purrs, “an eager to please human is always fun. You give them a cookie, and they’re dedicated.”

You feel your cheeks burn and she giggles. She leans out again, kissing the exact cheek she struck. “Keep that in mind, little rose master.” She then tilts your chin and parts your lips. She places something on your tongue, and she recedes into the rose bush as it closes around her and you sigh. 

    You spit out what she’s left in your mouth. It is the small gift from your sister. It is a ring made of strange crystal material in the shape of a rose. It’s beautiful and ornate, but you could never imagine yourself wearing it, so you put it around a chain on your neck.

Despite Klasha staying there, you go to work in the garden, watering the plants and checking the soil. You fertilize where need be, and you start to prune.

    The bush you’re working at opens and Klasha peers out. “You’re awfully intuitive,” she purrs. 

    Your cheeks burn, and you set aside the clippings in your hand. “I know my roses,” you reply. “I just have to get used to you now.”

    She smiles and reaches out and taps her fingertip to your lips. “You’ll never get used to me, mortal.” She winks and slinks back into the bushes.

    You try to go about your business as you tend to your garden. Every so often Klasha will make her appearance, and she will either tease you or threaten you. It’s like this for a few weeks before you’re summoned to the court of a queen whose garden you planted a few years ago.

    Before you leave you go to the garden and approach a bush. “Klasha,” you murmur. “If you’re listening, I have to go. I’ll be away for a while. I don’t want you to get lonely, but I have to go take care of this job.”

    The bush opens and Klasha peers out. “How long?” She asks.

    You smile softly at her. “Could be a week,” you reply. “Could be several.”

    She frowns at you and looks away. “I don’t care,” she huffs and shuts herself back up into the rose bush.

    “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I promise. I’ll come back soon.” 

    You leave that evening, feeling a guilty pull at your heart. You always feel bad leaving your garden, but now that Klasha is there, you feel even more homesick.

    Your trip is a quick one. The queen simply wanted you to expand a small section where she removed some shrubbery. It took a little over a week and then you were able to return home. You run to the garden first thing.

    “I’m home,” you reply. You walk towards the roses and look around. “Sorry, it took so long,” you murmur as you start to your work, tending to the soil and making sure everything was watered. “Did it rain while I was-whoa!” You yelp as you’re pulled into a rose bush. You’re sucked into a strange chamber where it resembles a bedroom, but you still feel like you’re in a rose bush. Klasha bears down on you, her eyes are sharp and ready for the kill.

    “Klasha,” you gasp. “Hi uhm...is everything-” she cuts you off with a deep, long kiss. You moan softly, tasting nectar and roses.

    “You moron!” She growls. “How dare you keep a beauty like me waiting?” She kisses you again. “What happened to your promise?” She growls.

    “Sorry,” you pant. “I know it’s just-”

    She cups her hand around your mouth and vines coil around your wrists. Your arms are held up in the air, and Klasha starts unbuttoning your top. “I’m going to see to it you tend to me today.” She kisses your chest, biting you and dragging her sharp teeth on your skin. She kisses your belly and opens your pants, tugging them down. She then steps back, and the vines move you, making you kneel before her.

    She bites her lip and smirks coyly. “I have to admit, I’m surprised at how well you’ve earned my affections.” She slips her fingers under your chin, making you look up at her. “I missed you.”

    “Klasha,” you whisper. “I missed you too.”

    Her vines strike at your bottom and you whimper, you bend over and cry out as they lash at you again. 

    “You disappointed me,” she purrs. “You’ll have to earn my forgiveness.” She licks her lips, and her vines hoist you up, making you stand on your tiptoes. She kisses you as her vines whip your rear again. You moan into her mouth, enjoying the pain with the pleasure.

    She licks your lips and reaches back, squeezing and rubbing your bottom. She moves her hand and the vines whip again. You cry out, and she massages and pets your ass again. She bites your nipple and sucks it. The vines ease you down into a kneeling position.

    “I think that should be enough,” she purrs. She puts her leg over your shoulder. “Now, is the time where actions speak louder than words.”

    Your eyes focus on her sex as she presents them to you. Her lips look like actual petals. They’re a dark red and curl at the ends, fading into a soft pink. Her round, plump clit looks like a berry. Her arousal smells like the most fragrant, pungent rose. You inch in, dragging your tongue along her folds.

    She sighs and giggles, grabbing the back of your head she smashes your face against her. “No need to go easy on me.”

    You moan against her, unable to use your hands all you have is your mouth. She grinds herself against you, moaning and cooing. You lick and suck, trying your hardest to not be overcome. Her wetness smears all over your face. She gasps and shudders, pulling away from you suddenly. She braces herself up, vines holding her aloft. She pants and shiver, cupping her hand between her legs.

    Her vines release you, and you stand up. Your cock stands hard and ready, already dripping precum. She moans softly and pouts at you. “Give me a second.”

    You walk over to her, and her vines lay back like a bed. You kiss her thighs and belly, gently caressing her sides as you nuzzle to her small breast. She whimpers softly as you lick her nipples, teasing them with your tongue.

    “Klasha,” you moan, and she looks at you with a soft expression. You kiss her and whisper into her ear. “I’ll do whatever you command of me.”

    She chuckles darkly. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” She rolls you over, pushing you down into the vines. She straddles you, placing her palms on your stomach as she hovers over your tip. “Don’t touch me until I tell you to,” she growls, and you place your hands above your head. “Good boy,” she purrs as she slowly eases down on you. Her insides feel velvety and cool, she squeezes around you and sighs in pleasure. 

    “Not bad, for a mortal,” she shivers. She pushes off you, riding you slowly. You look down, watching her hips and legs. You want so badly to reach out and hold her, but you can’t, not until she gives you her permission. Your heart is pounding as you watch her. You examine her face and seeing it melt. She bounces start to grow faster. She pushing you down into the vines as her voice becomes guttural and dark.

    “Don’t you dare-” she snarls, “don’t you dare cum before me.”

    “I would never,” you moan.

    She gropes her breasts and drags her palms down her body. “Do you want to touch me?” She moans as she swirls her hips, grinding you inside her. 

    “I do,” you whisper.

    She smirks. “Then why don’t you?”

    “Because you haven’t commanded me to,” you moan.

    She stretches out, pressing her chest to yours. She kisses you and pants. “Touch me,” she purrs and sits up.

    You lift your arms and runs your hands all over her body. You grab hold of her hips, digging your fingers into her firm rear. She moans and bucks, riding you harder and faster. You then feel her tighten inside. She squeezes as she grunts and growls. She throws her head back and chokes on her own voice.

    You sit up, wrapping your arms around her, kissing her neck and chest. You start to move, thrusting upwards inside her as she goes limp in your arms. She digs her fingers into your biceps, dragging the thorn-like nails down and drawing blood. You grunt and snarl, feeling the sparks of your peak fly. You bounce harder, bucking deeper inside her. You feel the swell, and your cock starts to throb.

    “All in me,” she snarls in your ear. “Don’t let a drop go to waste.”

    You grunt, burying your face in her chest as you release. She giggles and falls back, dragging you down, so you’re on top of her. She locks her legs around you and relaxes there, breathing softly into your ear.

    After a while, Klasha lays you down, and she kisses your back. She starts rubbing and massaging your backs and legs, tending to you. She kisses your rear and pets when her vines lashed you.

    “Do you forgive me?” You ask.

    Klasha kisses your shoulder. “Of course I do,” she purrs. She then lays on your back and kisses your neck. Her bodyweight feels nice, and her skin feels so silky. “I hope you enjoyed yourself?”

    You chuckle. “I didn’t think I would, but you have a way of making one like what you like.”

    “Good,” she purrs into your ear. “I’m a very tricky rose,” she says. “You’re going to have to give me a lot of attention.” She runs her fingers through your hair and kisses your neck. “I can be pretty demanding, I’m sure you’ve learned.”

    You smile. “I’ve been waiting all my life for a rose like you, Klasha. I can’t wait to make you my pride and joy.”

    Klasha smiles softly and plants a small kiss to your lips. “Why’d you have to go and say that?” She lays her head on your chest and curls up with you.

    “Is this a part of being stolen?” You ask.

    She chuckles. “Why are you so obsessed with that?” She caresses her fingers down your chest and side. “I let you cum inside me to mark me,” she says. “That’s how the Unseelie do it.” She glances up at you. “You belong to me now.”

    “Oh,” you gasp. “Well,” you put your arms around Klasha and kiss the top of her head, burying your face in the scent of roses. “That makes sense now.”