Extraits

"You know what sounds weird to me? How every night, you guys keep falling asleep on me without giving me the D!"

Evert looks at me sardonically. "That's because you keep making us go to sleep with your dust shit."

"I don't do it on purpose, and that's not the point," I argue.

"What is the point, then?" he challenges.

"The point is, my pink canoe is not floating up enough cum creeks."

All three of my genfins groan.

"Now, pull on your big girl panties and ovary-it up. We're mates, and we have a war to win."

"Raziel? Jerkhaf?" I call. Nothing happens. "Oh. Right." I clear my throat. "For heaven's sake can you both get the hell down here?" To my delight, white and black puffs of smoke appear, and then, there the angel and demon are, in all their pissed-off glory.

I watch him like a hawk. "Hmm. There he is. My mate," I say in a falsely chipper tone. "The one out gallivanting around all day. While I was just here. Seeping out blood." His steps stop as my glare takes over my face. "Did you know the fae realm doesn't have tampons yet? It's not a thing here, Evert. Which means my vagina has been mummified instead. MUMMIFIED," I say again, just to really drive my point home.

"I've been poisoned!" I cry, my eyes wild with panic. "That tea. I think it was the tea, Syl. Maybe someone tricked Mossie into bringing it up. I bet it was that super pissed genfin guy. 'I'll make you pay,' that's what he said, remember? He basically warned us that he was gonna kill me!" I whimper again as another wave of pain crashes over me. "Oh gods, it hurts. I'm bleeding out. I have internal injuries. The poison is stripping out my insides. I'm dying, Syl!"

My panicked babbling cuts off with my dismayed sob.

Sylred is frozen, probably from the shock of watching me bleed out. I look up at him, my face watery. A strange expression crosses his face, and then he clears his throat and says, "Ummm, Emelle? Sweetheart? I think you're just... menstruating."

Spoiler(cliquez pour révéler)I'm a cupid/angel/demon/sandlady/lady luck/ boss bitch, and I'm gonna fuck the prince's shit up.

All is fair in love and war, bitches.

"Are you saying that your cum... comes out like pink glitter?" I ask, because I feel like I need to make sure.

"Why are you all bruised up? Who fucking touched you? I'll end them."

"I fell off a roof."

"I'll end the fucking roof, then."

If I had a genfin tail, I'd totally wrap it around my guys right now in a public display of claiming. But I don't, so instead, my irrational emotions take over, and I watch in horror as I lift up Sylred and Evert's hands in front of my face and then lick them.

Yeah. Lick.

Like a four-year-old who licks the toys she doesn't want to share.

And judging by their collective faces, I just made things awkward. Whoops.

Great. The Lust Breath war was only funny when he couldn't do it back to me. And holy honey pot, that Lust stuff is no joke. My peach pie is, like, ready to be stuffed in the oven, if you catch my drift.