Make Me: The World of Knott

Elliot seemed to know everything, and he was just lounging on my bed not answering anything.

“You look awfully relaxed for someone here to give me answers.”

“You look awfully relaxed for someone with a plug up your ass,” he countered, his smile spreading and crinkling a tattoo of something that looked like water on his neck. The other half of the bird I had seen on his back stretched over his chest.

“Why did Healynas banish them? And why do the Synian kings want to kill him? And why do Parris and Garret want to stop Theon from killing Healynas?” I was going to get answers, and I wasn’t going to let a saucy Elliot and a buttplug keep me from them.

“Lilith discovered where Healynas had taken their Omegas. Their discovery stopped Healynas from creating an army, so he banished them,” Elliot began, lifting one finger. “Lilith is Theon’s mother, so not only had Healynas killed his sire, but he also killed his sire’s Omega right in front of him. Then, Healynas banished all of the Synian’s Omegas to the other side of Knott, not that any other them remember that. All they care about is Lilith and being banished to the glass hellscape of Syn. Synians love a good dose of revenge, so there is no way they can just let Healynas live out his long life in peace.” Another finger up. “Parris and Garret want to stop Theon because if he tries to kill Healynas… Well, let’s just say there is only one person more vengeful than the Synians. If Theon messes with the Fae king, and fails… well… there are worse things he can do to the blood-suckers than send them back to Syn.” He drew that last word out before running his finger over his neck.

“Point taken. And how does my brother work into this?” It hurt, but I forced myself to sit up, the bulge in my ass aching and pulling.

“You are Half-fae, so you should be as powerful as your brother. That would make your new owners powerful. You can only take on a Fae, with a Fae.”

“Wait. You think I’m a Fae?” The idea was asinine, right up there with the idea that Jett had caused those explosions.

“No. Half-fae. There is a difference. And I know you are, honey.” I didn’t know if the term was meant to be condescending or endearing, but it didn’t matter, it was the look in his eyes that froze me.

“If I am a Fae why can’t I do magic like–” I stopped before I said ‘my brother’. None of this could be happening!

“Because it is one of many privileges of the Fae king to awaken the power of his people. You don’t have to believe me about being Fae now, we will know for sure soon anyway.”

“How?”

“Synian power comes from blood, and the Kings drank from you. The Blood Maidens keep them alive. But others like them, the Fae, the Witches… they take powers from them. It’s fleeting, but it’s what makes the Synians so powerful. It’s what makes you and your brother so valuable. Your blood could give them a power they lost. You can open the door.”

“The door?” I asked. What Parris said earlier about my helping them get back what was taken from them echoed in my mind. “I thought they didn’t want to fight Healynas.”

“No, they just don’t want Theon to get there first.”

“Are you ever going to explain things, or just leave me with more questions?” I asked, glaring at him and the extension of the bird tattoo that moved over his chest.

“You are going to work yourself back up if you stare.” He shifted his weight, but not to cover himself more.

“You could wear clothes, you know.” My mouth was going dry.

“They just get in the way.” He shifted his weight again, revealing himself more. The cock that was stiffer than it was a minute ago resting over his thigh.

“It’s so long.” Yep. Totally said that out loud.

Elliot laughed. “That’s all for tonight, Omega. Sleep, before you end up howling for something you can’t have.”

Elliot stood, that partially erect penis of his dangling deliciously. I swallowed and forced myself to look away, even as I could have sworn I was growing wet again. Something that increased as his penis came closer, the round head right at eye level.

I forgot there was a body attached to that glorious cock until he spoke again.

“You are going to make my job here very difficult, Jaide,” Elliot whispered, his voice like air as he reached down and cupped my jaw, his fingers strong as he lifted my gaze to look at him. His eyes glittered as though they had their own light source. “Very difficult.”

And then he was gone, like gone gone, like vanished in a woosh of air that sucked the breath out of my chest and rattled the curtains in front of the window.

“Holy twisted wind puppies!”

I didn't move. I just stared at the empty space, wondering where he had gone. How he had gone.

Wondering what he was.