You'na walked through the pixie realm like she owned every fluttering heartbeat in it.
Her steps were confident, deliberate, and the golden light from the three moons kissed her skin. The purple sun seemed to bend toward her, highlighting every curve of her form.
Pixies didn't know her, yet her aura drew them in magnetically. Immediately, eyes turned toward her.
Pixies were easy-going and flirty, male or female—no one resisted when someone exuded the charm and confidence that You'na did.
"Ah… who is this beauty?" a male pixie murmured under his breath, circling her like a moth to flame.
She caught his gaze and smiled, tilting her head, letting her hair fall provocatively across her shoulder.
"Why, hello there," she purred, brushing a finger across her lips teasingly. Her voice carried a warmth that made the pixie's chest tighten.
Another pixie, a female this time, giggled and fluttered closer.
"You are… irresistible! How do you sparkle like this?"
You'na laughed softly, her voice low, sultry, and teasing—like a purr meant to wrap around their senses.
"It's just the aura, darling. Careful, it might overwhelm you."
She leaned slightly forward, letting the scent of her perfume—or the lingering essence of her soul energy—brush past them.
Pixies pressed closer, hands grazing her arms, fingers brushing her waist. Some bowed, lips brushing the back of her hand.
"May I?" one male asked, bowing low.
You'na let it happen, closing her eyes for a moment, savoring the shiver that ran through her. Then she blew a small kiss, flicking her fingers lightly toward the crowd.
"Thank you," she said, voice melodic and teasing.
Several others pulled her aside, holding her waist lightly, whispering sweet nothings and naughty things in her ear. She giggled, the sound soft and playful, leaning into them slightly, smiling seductively.
"Your eyes… they see through me," one male whispered, brushing his fingers down her spine.
"I could feel you trembling," another murmured, lips brushing her cheek.
You'na tilted her head back, letting her hair cascade over her shoulders.
"You're bold," she said, teasing, "but I enjoy it."
The crowd parted slightly as she led them through the paths of the pixie realm, all drawn to her energy like moths to flame.
Eventually, they reached the main party area, where music blared in bright, intoxicating beats.
Pixies moved in ritual partner dances, bodies twisting, swaying, pressing close to test one another's courage and charm.
You'na stepped into the throng, immediately crowded by handsome males and stunningly beautiful females.
Hands brushed her waist, arms intertwined as she moved with the music, hips sliding in tandem with theirs.
"Enough! There's enough love and affection to go around," she called playfully, spinning between two partners, hands resting lightly on each of their shoulders.
"No need to fight for me."
A collective swoon swept through the crowd. Pixies whispered to one another, unable to deny her presence.
She danced, grinding and swaying with each person—or sometimes more than one at a time.
Lips brushed necks, shoulders, spines.
Kisses were brief, teasing, leaving trails of warmth wherever she moved.
Drinks circulated. She took them lightly, sipping, laughing, teasing Fey'ha, Gui'da, and Jest'zai with playful nudges and flirtatious winks. Her presence was a gravitational pull, impossible to resist.
All night, Fey'ha's gaze followed her, but when she glanced toward him, she ignored him—eye contact fleeting, then looking away.
Tsk. She smirked. If he wouldn't come to her, she surely wouldn't go to him.
The spinning and twirling made her slightly lightheaded. She stumbled, but strong hands gripped her waist.
Looking up, her eyes met Fey'ha's intense gaze. The world seemed to stop for a heartbeat.
"Are you all right?" he asked, voice deep, smooth, magnetic, brushing against her ear.
"Hmm." She nodded, heat pooling inside her, a polar warmth rising just from his words.
"I'm hot, and I need to cool off," she murmured, leaning back slightly against him, teasing, letting the press of his chest and warmth of his hands linger.
"OK, follow me," he said, guiding her by the waist and holding her hand. He used his body to part the crowd, making a path for her.
They reached a fountain beneath a golden Fyizza tree. Its leaves shimmered, casting flickering light across the water.
He helped her settle onto the fountain's edge, crouching in front of her. With a small conjuration, a cup appeared in his hands, water swirling magically inside.
"Here. Drink some water and sober up," he instructed, handing her the cup.
"I don't need water. I need another drink," she scoffed, but still sipped, letting the cool liquid wash down her throat.
Crossing one leg over the other, she leaned forward slightly, fingers brushing his hand as she set the cup down.
Her eyes locked with his, sparks of teasing, flirtation, and unspoken tension passing between them like electric currents.
Her lips curved into a mischievous smile.
"You're interested in me, Fey'ha. I can feel it," she murmured, tilting her head, letting her hair tickle his chest.
He raised a brow, leaning forward, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"Am I?"
His hand slid deliberately up her thigh, soft yet firm, pulling her closer.
"You are," she whispered, leaning closer, breath warm against him, "but it's better that way."
His eyes trailed over her, lingering on her slender neck.
Unable to resist, he captured her in an open-mouth kiss, one hand sliding into her hair, tugging gently, the other exploring the curve of her waist.
A gasp escaped her lips as she leaned into him, head arching back, offering him more access.
He kissed a slow, tantalizing path up her neck, along her jaw, down her spine, each touch leaving a trail of heat.
His hands roamed, pressing against her thighs, gathering her closer.
Then he lifted her, seating her on his lap as she straddled him, their bodies pressed together, lips crashing in a fierce, magnetic kiss neither could hold back.
His lips hovered near her ear.
"I've imagined this for so long… the things I want to do to you," he whispered, voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down her spine.
"All the ways I want to feel you, taste you…"
You'na's breath hitched, heat pooling, teasing, tempting.
"And I want you somewhere private," he murmured, sliding his hand under her clothes slightly, grazing her thigh in a deliberate, daring touch.
"Somewhere I can take my time with you, without anyone watching."
Her lips curved into a wicked grin.
"And where would that be?"
With a flash of light, Fey'ha's fingers brushed her palm, and the world around them blurred.