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Malcolm smiled to himself as he made drinks for himself and his companion, adding miniature umbrellas to the spherical cups before picking them up and walking across the airy room to join his companion out on the patio. Stretching before them was a cerulean horizon, the sun sitting high above a tropical sea. The air was kept from being stifling with a steady breeze thanks to a touch of the Puck's magic.
Their current residence was somewhere out in a tropical atoll, inaccessible to humans thanks to another touch of magic. It took more than a touch to construct the bungalow that sat here, but it was well worth the effort as he had crafted the perfect island getaway.
He sat down in the hammock with her and pushed gently with one foot to sway the seat slowly as they enjoyed their drinks. He'd occupied her time here with various activities including scuba diving or surfing, but there was plenty of time to relax or make love. It was soothing to see this calm side of the Demon of Vengeance as her head lolled against his shoulder.
Ever since his reveal, he'd walked a fine line between playing Malcolm and letting the Puck manifest himself through a flirtatious glance or comment, penetrating the cool facade of the human persona he'd created.
"When it gets dark, we could go for a moonlight swim. How about that?" he asked. She nodded enthusiastically. He kissed her forehead, squeezing his arm around her.
"There's only one thing that would make this better," she said.
"You have but to name it, kitten."
She lifted her head and smirked at him. "What I want is you. The real you, that is."
He had to stop himself from grinning too... well, puckishly as he carefully lifted himself from the hammock, puffing out his chest as if he were about to perform, which he was, in a way. He spun around as his human guise shimmered away, his silvery-white hair trailing behind him before he did a flourish. He was gratified to see the delighted gleam in her eyes.
"One thing I like about the Puck..." she said before she suddenly leaned forward, pulling him into her lap, "is that he's small enough for me to do this." She held him in her lap, and he growled at her playfully. He was now the same height as her, his form more lanky and easy for Koshka to grab.
"Someone's in a feisty mood, huh?" he teased. He was wearing the same shorts he'd been previously wearing, but on his more lithe form, the shorts looked baggy. And would be easier to pull off...
"It's hard to not get worked up over this adorable little imp," she shot back before she leaned in to nibble along his ear. He gave out a short squeal of delight before relaxing against her, trembling pleasurably.
She lifted him and walked into the bungalow, playfully tossing him onto the bed. He grinned and rolled over onto his back, shimmying out of the shorts before he beckoned to her. His face was deceptively young, but he knew she could feel his power. There was a touch of nervousness in all that desire, though. It'd be their first time together with him in his true form.
"Is something the matter?" he coaxed as he slid across the bed to her with the leisurely grace of a cat, and he reached out to touch her hand. She shivered, and for a fleeting moment, she seemed as vulnerable to him as a blushing maiden.
"Remember, I'm all yours. There's nothing to be afraid of." He raised his head to place a kiss on her cheek. "And this... is all yours." He lightly pressed himself against her.
"You're so fucking cute," she whispered, her voice full of passion and deep affection. He smiled at that.
"I know, kitten." His hands slid along her body, making short work of her swimsuit. He trailed along her skin with his palms or fingertips, following these caresses with kisses and an occasional lick or nibble.
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How often had she fantasized about the Puck lavishing her with his attentions? And without his carefully crafted human shell, she could feel the magic flowing through his body, reassuring in its familiarity and thrilling in its implications.
When his head moved close to hers, she leaned down to nibble along one of his pointed ears, reaching out to stroke the length of the other, and a guttural moan burst from his throat, his eyelids fluttering. She smirked and trailed kisses and caresses along his ears for several moments before pulling back to look at him.
"Damn... you really like that don't you, imp?" she asked with a knowing smirk. As Malcolm, he'd been responsive enough to having his ears touched, but that was behind a shell. Now he was blushing and trembling almost like a maid, though the thick erection between his legs showed that he was anything but.
"You know me too well, kitten," he said as he nibbled along the side of her neck. A velvety chuckle met her ears as he continued to kiss along her body before nuzzling his face against her breast. She used her fingers to gently massage his ears and behind them, enjoying the comfortable but arousing affection they were sharing.
"I do, don't I?" she asked as she reached down to grasp his manhood, guiding him between her legs.
"Then you know I love you." Without preamble, he slid into her, and she lifted her hips to meet him, hooking an arm around his middle. "Although I certainly don't mind reminding you."
She let out a satisfied him as he swayed his hips slowly, savoring the sensations of his presence and affection. The magic tingled under his skin and she fought the urge to resist. This was the Goodfellow. Her imp. She let out a sharp moan when he gave her a fierce thrust.
"Puck," she whispered before she pulled him in for a kiss, plunging her tongue into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her. She found herself thinking less about the difference between Puck and Malcolm, and simply throwing herself into the moment -- or in this case, a series of glorious moments.
"Yes, Ekdisiki," he whispered, using the name he'd first heard of her referred to as. Like him, she had various names throughout history, some endured, others didn't. Puck was one of his most enduring names, regardless of whether people were referring to him directly, or to several fairies or otherwise who would use that name as coin.
She gave a short hum of approval at that and clenched around him.
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As always, his orgasms with her were satisfying, but it was freeing to do it as himself and let the magic from his happiness flow over her, singing through her nerves.
