Fairy Knight Girlfriend (complete)

    Basmek is a famous place, a secret that everyone knows about. It is a Magic Commune where only the best and brightest magic users can go. It is located just beyond Rakshasa Country. Legend says it is a place that the ancient Rakshasa kings gave to Biphion, goddess of magic and healing. She took the land and gave birth to the first great mages and sorcerers. It is said that the great Sorceress Ephy built the walls there and started the commune in hopes of appeasing her goddess mother.

Of course, having grown up in Basmek, you have heard all the stories. After all, it was your mother who wrote them all. She collected the stories and histories and wrote the great tome, entrusting you to finish her work, as your children would finish yours, and so on and so on. Your whole life has been history and storytelling. Your father is a bard, traveling around to spread the stories, so no one forgets. He recently had the honor of performing for King Amit and Queen Mythri, highest rulers in the Rakshasa Country. He got to hold their new baby princess, and he sang unique songs to the princes.

You so love hearing of your father’s travels, but you have never had the urge to do it yourself. Akio, a great friend of yours, often comes to Basmek with special clearance. He brings you books as well as supplies. He does trade in the village often, and he’s become a good confidant, as well as his wife. You’ve heard her sing many times. In fact, she gave birth in your home. It was a tumultuous evening. Akio came to your door in a panic, he wasn’t sure where to go or what to do, all he knew was that he needed to get his wife somewhere safe. You were flattered he first thought of you.

His wife is carried in by an armor-clad knight. They bring her into the house and lay her down on the guest bed. They then leave, standing guard outside the house while you’ve rushed off to fetch Beist and another healer. While Beist and the healer work, you stay out of the way. You can hear Akio coaxing his wife, Dara, as she screams and cries.

You step outside with the knight. They’re so tall, and with their beautiful rose gold armor, they look hulking too. You hold up a cup of tea to them, rose petals still floating at the top. “It’s chilly out.”

They glance down at you. “Thank you.” They take the cup.

“You don’t have to stand out here,” you clutch your wrap around yourself. “You can come inside.”

They pull back their helmet, taking a sip of the floral tea. “No,” they say and close the helmet back. They offer the cup back to you, and you frown. The petals on top are gone as well as half the tea.

“Well,” you sigh if you change your mind.” You go back in, setting the cup aside you hear quiet. You then hear screaming and wailing. Akio cries out with jubilation, and you hear Dara coo and giggle.

Beist steps out of the room, wiping his hands on a cloth. 

“How is it?” You ask.

Beist smirks. “She’s healthy,” he replies. He takes the teapot and pours himself a drink. “She’ll be beautiful.” He motions to the room. “Go in and see.”

You step into the bedroom, seeing Dara clutching the swaddled baby. You had half expected a Tengu like Akio. Instead, you see a little girl with thick, dark curls, and skin as black as her father’s feathers.

“She’s amazing!” Akio hugs you tight. “Look at her! How can she not be amazing already!”

“Darling, calm down,” Dara chuckles.

Akio takes the baby. “My little Aika.” He pulls out her hand, and you see it looks more like a little wing with claws at the tips. He gently pecks it, and she whines.

“Do you need anything?” You ask.

“Some water,” Dara asks softly.

“Nothing, I have all I need here,” Akio coos and tuts over Aika.

You go outside to the well to fetch water for Dara. As you do, the knight in rose gold follows you. They take over at the well and carry the bucket inside for you. 

“Thank you,” you tell them.

They walk away from you as soon as you speak to them. 

You go back to Dara and Akio with water. “Oh, thank you,” Dara sighs with relief, taking a deep gulp.

“Akio,” you turn to him as Dara lays back to rest. “What’s with the knight outside?”

“Oh, that’s Vela,” he tucks one of Aika’s curls away. “She’s a Knight of Biphion.”

Your eyes widen. “What?” You gasp.

“She’s been sent from the Hinterlands by Queen Amadi to come here. Amadi adores Dara, so she sent Vela with us to keep watch. She knew I came here often, so she asked me to bring her with us.”

“But what’s a Knight of Biphion doing here?” You gasp. 

“Not sure. I wasn’t privy to the details. Vela is nice enough though, stoic but she’s good-hearted.”

The news is shocking. Knights of Biphion are powerful warriors chosen by the Fae court. The Unseelie King has them, the Sidhe queen Amadi is most well known for her army of them. The fact she sent one of her Knights here would be cause for a big deal. You leave Akio and Dara to rest with the baby.

It is late out, and Vela still stands in the doorway. “You can come inside and rest. You must be tired.”

“No. I am fine,” she murmurs.

You hesitate, you’re curious about her. You’ve heard many stories about the Knights of Biphion, hell, you’ve written most of them down yourself. “I’ve never met a Knight of Biphion before,” you say. “Do you mind if we…talk?”

“Yes,” she says. “I would mind greatly.”

You flinch and look away. “Sorry. If you need anything, I’m inside.” You go back into your house and to your room.

Dara and Akio end up having to stay for awhile until Dara heals. All the while, Vela continues to lurk around the house. Her armor is beautiful in the daylight, the glimmering rose gold shines in such a way it always looks like there is a halo of ethereal light around her. You’re amazed by how tall she is, standing heads and shoulders above most of the people in the village. 

During the day, she goes about her duties, doing whatever it was she came to Basmek to do. She rarely even talks, in fact, she seems to despise you. Every time you try to talk to her or offer her something, she balks or refuses it. You’re not sure why she keeps returning each evening, other than to see to her escorts. 

Dara and Akio leave eventually, heading home to set up their lives with Aika in it. You miss them, feeling your home is rather empty without them. You had gotten used to the sounds of the baby and having people there. Now, it would be vacant until your father returned home from his latest journey.

That evening though, you find Vela has returned. You open the door to her, ready to tell her Dara and Akio are gone when you see she’s holding a bouquet of flowers. She offers them to you then walks away without a word. The bouquet is beautiful, deep purple and dark blue flowers with bright magenta blossoms. It’s lovely. Why would she give it to you? You take it inside, setting it in a vase at the center of the table. 

The next day, Vela comes back at the same time. This time she offers you a carved bowl. It’s beautiful and made from dark wood. Inside there are etchings of flowers and rabbits. You’re amazed at it.

“Thank you!” You gasp as you take the bowl.

She turns on her heel to leave.

“Wait a second!” You snap after her but she keeps walking, in fact, she picks up the pace.

You huff, wondering what her gifts and actions all meant. You set the bowl inside, displaying it so you can see the beautiful etchings inside you. That evening, as the moonlight hits it, you notice the rabbits come to life and move across the bowl. The etched flowers blossom and the petals fall. You realize that’s it tracks time! The rabbits are the hands, and the petals count the past hours.

You wait for Vela the next day, clutching one of your books to your chest to offer to you. You see her approach, and you stand up from the stoop. When she sees you, she flinches, dropping the bag she was holding. She stoops down to pick it up, and you approach her.

“Why do you keep running away?” You ask.

She thrusts the bag at you and turns to walk away from you again. You give chase this time. “Vela! Wait!” You call after her.

She keeps going, picking up the pace. You don’t give up, you start running to keep up with her. She begins to run too, her long legs taking her much farther than you. You don’t give up, huffing and puffing you keep up with her for a while. You then trip, hitting a rock and falling down.

“Ow!” You cry out. You sit up and look at your bleeding knee. “Dammit,” You growl. You try to stand, but it hurts. “Ow,” you whimper again. You pick pebbles from your knee and Vela comes back. She kneels down and picks you up.

“Are you hurt?” She asks.

You frown at her. “You were running away from me, why do you care?”

She takes you back home and tends to your knee. She cleans it and wraps it with a cloth. All the while she’s silent. She stands up, placing the bag she had given you on the table. She notices you still have the flowers and the timekeeper is set precisely where you always have an eye on it. 

“Why do you do this?” You ask with a grumbly voice.

She glances back at you. 

“You give me a gift and then run away. I can’t tell if you’re doing this out of kindness or obligation.”

Her gloves squeak as she clinches her fist.

“All my life I’ve heard stories of the Knight of Biphion. They were always my favorite. I got so excited once I got to meet one.”

Vela reaches up and removes her helmet. Her hair is gossamer white. It is long on one side and shaved on the other where there are prominent tattoos. Her features are sharp like an Unseelie, but her skin is a sapphire blue. Her dark eyes peer down at you, and she looks almost afraid.

“I’m nervous,” she admits with a shaky voice. Her hands tremble as she holds her helmet. “I-I have been trained for every situation I could come across.” She swallows hard and takes a breath. “I ha-have seen war and trial. I ha-have fought kings and-and demons alike. I-I am not puh-properly prepared for this.”

You stare at her, watching her anxious expression and her nervous fidgeting. She sets her helmet down, and she clenches her fists tight. “I saw you, and I felt as if I was shot through my heart.” She places her hand over her chest plate. “I have not felt right since.”

“Vela,” you murmur. “Do you like me?”

She averts her gaze. “I have feelings,” she mutters. “It is an affliction I have no way to cope with. I see your beauty, and I am frozen by it.”

“Beauty?” You try not to laugh.

“I apologize,” she reaches for her helmet. “I should go.”

You touch her hand, and she goes stiff. You take her helmet from her and place it on your lap. “You should stay.” You tilt your head, seeing her bite her lip. “I’d like to talk to you.”

“It is not proper,” she whispers.

“It is the only way you’ll learn to cope.” You stroke the bristles on her helmet. “Stay with me, you’ll grow immune.”

She hesitates but sits down at your table. She touches the flowers and smiles. “I’m glad you kept them.”

“They’re beautiful,” you say with a smile. “Why would I ever get rid of them?”

“I’m not sure,” she whispers.

“Are all the Knights like you?” You ask her, inching closer. “I want to know. All I have are stories of battles. I don’t know anything about the individual knights.”

She sighs and tucks her hair behind her ear. “I was trained since I was a child,” she murmurs. “Most of us are. We’re chosen and taken from our homes and families.”

“What makes you chosen?” I ask.

She glances at me, and her cheeks turn into a blackberry purple. She then looks down at her hands. “My skin,” she murmurs. She takes off her glove, showing me its the same sapphire as the color as her face. “Knights of Biphion are all shaded like gems.”

“So, you’re a sapphire?” You want to touch her to see what her skin feels like.

She bites her lip again and nods. “I’m one of the rarer ones.” She slips her glove back on. “I’ve grown up at Amadi’s side. It’s the only place I’ve known.”

You lean forward. “Why did she send you then?”

She sighs, and her long lashes flutter. “Queen Amadi has found a lover. She wants to find a home here where she can keep them.”

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling your cheeks burn.

“I am to stay here and guard the home as well as watch over Basmek.” She looks at you, her cheeks still dark. “I didn’t expect to be shot through the heart once I got here.”

You chew on your cheek, deciding to take a chance. “Are the Knights allowed to take lovers?” 

Her lips part and she gasps. She turns her head slightly. “It is allowed.”

You smile. “Are you hungry? I was going to make dinner?”

She suddenly slams her head on the table, covering it with her arms. “You said this would make it easier! It has only made my affliction worse!” She cries. “I can not handle feeling so weak!”

You stand up and step towards her. You run your fingers through her hair and she whimpers. “You can be weak around me.”

She looks up at you with a pitiful expression. “You do not understand. The Knights are not supposed to show such weakness. I am supposed to be strong at all times. This feeling in my chest, my desire, it should not exist.”

You smile at her and touch her cheek. “I am the only one who will see it. If that is all, then will it be ok?”

She closes her eyes and nuzzles her cheek into your palm. Her skin feels soft and warm, not at all like you imagined. She takes your hand, holding it as she kisses your palm. 

“Perhaps,” she whispers.

“Then stay for dinner. Get comfortable.” You go around the house, shutting the curtains so that way she feels safe. She gets up as you start to cook and she removes her armor. With a tap of her hand, it all folds away and collapses into a locket around her neck. Without her armor, she is still tall. Her arms are strong and muscular, her thighs are thick and legs sculpted. You secretly wanted to see what was under her tunic and see if she was indeed cut like a sapphire.

She’s unsure what to do with herself. She sits down then stands up, she comes to stand beside you then goes all the way across the room. She comes back and moves away. She sits down then stands up.

You finish cutting the vegetables and capture her. You take her hand and pull her down towards you. You kiss her, and she moves awkwardly. The kiss feels strange at first but you guide her, and soon you feel her kiss back. She moans softly as she pulls away, standing erect and touching her lips. Her face is blackberry dark all over.

You smile up at her. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

“I cannot help it. I am.” She touches her lips, and her lashes flutter. “You are very good at that.”

“Thank you. Would you like more?”

She presses her cheek to her shoulder. “I don’t know if I could stand it.”

You then gasp. “Was that your first kiss?”

She glances down at you shyly. “And if it was?”

You move to her again, easing her back down to kiss her again. “Then I shall kiss you lots to make up for it.”

She shivers and her lips part. “Don’t talk like that.”

You kiss her, pressing close to her. She then grabs you, lifting you up and holding you, so she doesn’t have to bend. You wrap your arms around her neck, planting kisses to her cheeks and temples, her neck and shoulder.

“You are so very good at that,” she moans softly. Her hands move to hold you, and her palm gropes your rear.

“So sorry!” She gasps and quickly sets you back down. “Oh, forgive me! I didn’t mean to move inappropriately.”

You giggle and press against her again. “It’s ok.” You take her hand and place it over your chest. She squeaks but doesn’t fight to move away.

“You can touch me.” You then move boldly and open your blouse, letting her bare skin touch your bare skin. “It feels nice.”

She whimpers and looks back at you. “Your breasts…” she mewls. “They feel so soft.” She squeezes them, using both palms. Her strong hands feel good on your body, and you fear you may have gone past the point of no return.

“Your nipples are hard,” Vela pants.

“Mm,” you bite your lip.

She pulls her hands away and fans herself. “Forgive me.”

“Can I see yours?” You paw at her belly, feeling she is hard as stone there. “Please?”

She dips her head then grasps your hand, taking you to your bedroom. She closes the door then sits down on your bed. “Only you,” she whispers. Vela tugs on the laces of her tunic, letting it fall open so you can see her bare chest. Her breasts are small, but her nipples are soft and puffy and inverted.

“They’re strange, right?” She mewls.

You sit on her lap and touch them. She grunts softly, biting her lip to keep quiet. “They’re cute,” you kiss her chest and trail your tongue to her nipple. Her voice squeaks as you kiss her nipple then swirling your tongue around the indent. 

“Ah! What are-” she grunts and cups the back of your head.

You feel her nipple hit your tongue and you suck it gently. You pull back and swirl your finger around the plum-like protrusion. “Let's fetch the other one.”

“No, wait-” she moans as you suckle to her other breast, teasing her newly released nipple until the second one pops out. You giggle, admiring them for a moment before you sit up and kiss her.

    “You don’t think they’re weird?” She pouts.

    You smirk. “I told you, they’re adorable.”

    She lays back on the bed, kissing you as she does. “Do you want more kisses?” You ask her, pushing away her tunic so you can admire her robust and muscled body.

    “Is that bad?” She asks,

    I kiss down her chest and stomach. “Not at all. I’m more than eager to give them to you.” Her mound is uncovered and covered in that gossamer hair. It feels soft and downy. I nuzzle to it before I kiss her hips and thighs.

    “I’ve touched myself before,” Vela admits with a timid voice. “But not often.”

    “Would you like it if I touched you?” You easily open her thighs, and you stare at her mound. You’re surprised to find she has tiny lips but her clit is rather large. “You’re cute everywhere,” you purr as you ease between her legs.

    “Am I?” She pants.

    Her lips are dark purple and are already dripping with her excitement. You inch in closer, licking her and tasting her and she lets out a yell. “What?” You gasp, sitting up to see her.

    She shakes her head furiously and clamps her hand over her mouth. “Sorry! Sorry!”

    You smile at her, kissing her belly. “Did you like it?”

    “Don’t stop, please,” she whispers.

    “I won’t,” you kiss back down until you reach her folds. You lick her again, and she twitches. You trace your fingers around her mound, and she lets out a long moan. You watch her clit, seeing it gets a little bigger and throbs with her pulse. You kiss it, and she sighs, mewling softly. You then lick it and swirl your tongue around it. She cries out, and her muscular thighs squeeze around you. You suck her, and she lets out another yell. She grabs your hair, and you suck harder. You thrust your fingers inside her, and she shivers and bucks. You keep a tight suction on her thick clit as you work your fingers inside her. She cries out and writhes. Her legs kick and spasm as her inner walls convulse around your fingers. You ease back, your chin dripping with her juice.

    She looks up at you, dazed and sated. Her hands are on her breasts, touching her nipples slowly. You smirk, kissing her mound and belly as you stroke her sides. “You enjoyed yourself. I’m glad.”

    “How did you do that?” She grabs you up and kisses you, rolling over on top of you, so she has you pinned. “I’ve never been able to make myself feel so good before.” She nuzzles between your breasts, kissing each tender peak.

    “I wanted to make you feel good,” you reply.

    “Me too,” she murmurs and kisses your cheek. “I want to make you feel good too.”

    You lay her down. “Since this is your first time, I’ll give you a pass.” You open her thighs, throwing one of her incredibly long legs over your shoulder. You rub your lips against hers. Her clit hits yours, and she whimpers, chomping on her bottom lip. You grind your cunt to hers, feeling the slickness between you two. You groan and grind, gyrating your hips and moving, so her thick clit always hits yours.

    “Oh, my!” Vela gasps. “Oh, my!”

    “Still sensitive?” You giggle.

    She grunts and moans, arching her back and hips to meet yours. She thrusts against you, wanting to feel more, needing more.  You’re happy to see her expression this time. Her anxiousness has dissolved, replaced by a grin and a lustful gaze. You begin to shudder, and your hips lose rhythm. You grit your teeth and shudder. She pulls you down and locks her legs around your waist. She kisses you, hard and deep. Her tongue slithers down your throat, and she grunts as she pulls back.

    “Please...I can’t take anymore.”

    You grin and kiss her. “Too bad. Once I get the feeling back in my legs, I’m going for more.”

    She mewls and kisses you. “I can’t take anymore.”

    I kiss her neck and cheek. “You’re too good, Vela,” I murmur. “You’ve shot my heart as well.”

    She kisses me softly. “I’m glad I did.”

    I lay beside her, stroking her cheek and counting the dark freckles on her face. “Don’t run away from me again. Ok?”

    She smiles sweetly. “I won’t.” She kisses me. “From now on, I’ll run to you.”