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Reincarnated as a Fairy in the Beastworld

This is inspired by other beastworld stories but in a fantasy setting. The story and characters are my original work. ~°*°~ Miranda Lee was like any typical merchant trying to make an honest living in the black market. Okay, maybe not so honest, but nothing too crazy. The only difference was that her clients lived on opposite ends of the galaxy and mana robots were quick on her tail, trying to bring her to justice. Then she joined the rebellion against the mana AIs. They built a time machine to travel back to the past but the bots attacked. She died in the scuffle, still wondering whether or not she'd done the right thing. But what's this? She's reincarnated into a fantasy world as a fairy? Plus an AI came along for the ride? And why are all the beastmen so handsome and seductive?

Fryer_Fly · Fantasia
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30 Chs

Chapter 25

She shivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, flinching at the thought of his hot wet tongue sweeping between the lips of her weeping cunt. She let out a soft moan, praying that she hadn't peed on his leg with how wet she was down there.

"D-don't," she stuttered as his soft lips pressed against her neck, parting slightly. His exhale was barely a gentle humid breeze against her skin but she somehow got the impression that he was panting over her.

"I'm tired. I-I want to sleep," she lied, squirming against the hard pillar that poked into her back. And she could already picture it; thick, long and rock hard as he parted her wet folds, sliding into her needy pussy. Her thighs unconsciously clamped around his leg.

"Is it that I'm holding you too tight or not tight enough?" He chuckled as he released her hand and removed his leg from between hers, loosening the cage around her just a little bit.

"You're so small and so soft, it feels like you'd break if I squeezed just a little harder," he said, the hand at her hip moving to span over her stomach, brushing against the knot she made at the waistband of her pants to keep them from falling. She froze. "Take these off. I'll get you—"

"No!" She didn't have to think twice.

"But you're soaked," he kindly pointed out and she turned red in shame. "You must be uncomfortable. I'll..." he sighed, "I'll get you enchanted clothes that should fit."

"No, I'm perfectly fine." Was the word gullible printed on her forehead? It was more likely than not that she wouldn't be wearing anything else if she fell for that.

"Alright, I'll get them for you in the morning," he said, moving past the knot and she breathed in relief. "Now, go to sleep."

His hand climbed higher and her arms instinctively flew over her chest. He momentarily paused at her action, leaning over her shoulder to glance at her chest, his arm proceeding on its original path to wrap around her waist.

"Don't want me touching you there either?" he asked with palpable interest and she realised she had been right to not take her pants off. His other arm crossed over her arms, fully embracing her, her head in the crook of his neck. "You realise that doing that only makes me want to do it more, right?"

"Asshole," she huffed with a shaky breath, overwhelmed. Her mind was a jumbled mess, her heart a fluttering mess, her feelings not faring any better. She was craving his touch.

She contemplated siphoning herself into Amir for a breather, screwing him over as a bonus, but then she wouldn't get to see the look on his face when it happened. Rex then inhaled her deeply, pressing his face and a kiss to her hair. Okay, that was just an excuse, she was actually enjoying it all too much and didn't want it to end so soon.

"Mira," he said after a while, tentative. "I don't dare ask to be your mate but I..." He paused. "I want to be your male. I want to protect you and care for you. Will you please stay with me and my pack?"

She inwardly cursed, biting her lower lip, her heart melting. He had just made her cum, with no hands, and now he was literally pleading to be her man? And using his pets as leverage as well? Maybe the two years of isolation had gotten to her because she never knew that clingy possessive men were right up her alley.

She shyly turned in his arms to face him, then buried her face in his muscled chest to not, secretly coping a feel of his six-pack abs as she draped a hand over his trim waist. Maybe she was just a pervert?

"Perhaps you haven't noticed, but I don't exactly have anywhere else to go right now," she said jokingly, trying to keep her wits about her because... God, his scent! "I-I can stay... but you really don't have to do all that. We only just met after all and you're way too handsome. If you lead me on like this then change your mind later on, you should know that I'd be very heartbroken."

"No, never! I'm not leading you on and I swear won't change my mind," he said desperately, as if afraid that she wouldn't believe him. She had almost forgotten how melodramatic he was. Almost. "Please, give me the chance to be one of your males and I'll prove myself to you."

"Alright. Fine, as long as you're sure... Huh?" She stopped. "One of my... one of my males?" she asked incredulously. Was she missing something here?

"Yes," he said, unable to see the surprise on her face. "Thank you for accepting me, Mira. I won't let you down," he continued, utterly elated, raining kisses down the top of her head, embracing her tightly, hand stroking her hair and back. "I promise I'll do everything in my power to keep you safe and make you happy."

He was being so affectionate but she was frozen, her mind spinning with the realization that he didn't want an exclusive relationship. He was polygamous? Or maybe he wanted an open relationship? Was that what he meant by not being her mate?

She recalled when he'd asked her about her males when they first met and she wondered if it was simply the norm to be with several people at the same time. Did he already have a mate? She shuddered, cursing herself when the thought of him with other women sent a pang of jealousy through her chest. What kind of situationship had she gotten herself into?

She knew it. She'd known from the start that he was simply too good to be true; like a wet dream straight out of her heat-driven fantasies. Perhaps she would wake up in the next moment to realise that it was really all just a dream. But if it was a dream... No, she couldn't be his side piece. She wouldn't... right? She shook her head, cursing herself again for even considering it.

"Mira?" Rex had stopped petting her, pulling slightly away to look down at her when she stayed quiet for too long. His large calloused palm was warm as he cupped the side of her jaw, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. Long thick lashes framed his beautiful silver eyes, literally glowing in the dimly-lit room, gazing at her with such tender concern and affection that it took her breath away. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," she stammered, looking down at his chest, heart thundering in hers. She casually brushed his hand away, feigning a yawn but not the exhaustion. "I guess the long day is finally catching up to me." She leaned her head against him, closing her eyes. "I'm pretty beat."

"Sorry for keeping you up so late," he said, a kiss to her forehead, embracing her once more. "Sweet dreams, little one."

"Mmhm, you too." She was screwed.