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Marianne woke up that morning with a distinct pain in her abdomen. It was the only signal she needed to know that she'd started her period. Great. Now I'm going to be super horny all day. She whistled for her handmaidens, knowing they were never too far from her room. They zoomed in and immediately chirped in concern, likely smelling the blood coming from her.
"I'm fine. It's just my period. You know what that means," Marianne told them, rolling her eyes. Her wings flared behind her as she got off her rose bloom bed. "Get my special garments ready. Can you make sure the magic is still potent? I don't want to embarrass myself when Bog gets here tomorrow morning. Hopefully I won't want to jump his bones when I see him."
Marianne's handmaidens chirped and flew into her closet to get her special leggings. Instead of the golden vine designs against purple on her normal leggings, her special leggings had red vine designs against black. Her handmaidens came zooming back in with her leggings, chirping and nodding to let her know the magic was still very potent. It would prevent her from leaving a blood trail everywhere she went and would keep the pheromones she released at bay. Outside of Spring Fever, Fairies didn't have such strong urges to mate, so Marianne wasn't worried about them smelling her and going into a frenzy to make sure their mates were impregnated. She was more worried about making them uncomfortable, so she'd wear her special leggings until she went to bed.
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Marianne awoke to a knock on her door. Groggily, she got up from her bed and walked to the door, remembering her handmaidens never stayed nearby whenever Bog came to the castle. They'd heard enough of what they did together in their time alone to disappear. Opening it, she saw Bog looming in the doorway, a shy smile on his face. She wasn't tired anymore.
"Can I come in? I wanted to sleep next to ye before the day starts," Bog requested. His wings were rattling softly behind him, which Marianne knew was nervousness. Marianne almost threw herself at him before she remembered that she wasn't wearing her special leggings.
She stepped out of the way to let him in, closing the door behind him. "Bog. I wanted to let you know that I'm on my period, so we can't have sex this week."
"Ye don't want any?" Bog asked. Marianne couldn't be sure with the darkness in her room, but she swore Bog was blushing. When he sniffed the air, Marianne could have died of embarrassment. "Is that why ye smell different?"
"It's not that I don't want any! I do! I swear by my wings that I really want to, even more now that you're actually here. It's just," Marianne trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Her wings fluttered nervously behind her. "What do I smell like?"
Bog smiled at her attempt to change the subject. "Ye smell like Autumn. Like Summer is coming t' a close. Normally ye smell like Summer itself: flowers bloomin' and a soft breeze to cool the heat. Now, ye smell like it's ending. Will ye tell me why ye don't want to do it?" Bog's wings started humming, but Marianne couldn't focus enough to figure out what it meant. Her embarrassment came back full force.
"I don't want to force you to have sex just because I want it. I know the thought of blood coming out of the place you stick yourself is uncomfortable. It was for Roland. He avoided me on the weeks I was on my period. We never actually made far enough to have sex, but he just couldn't handle the thought of me on my cycle." Marianne was rambling now. She knew it. But she couldn't stop once she started. Bog's wings humming louder made her more anxious. "I have leggings for it to stop people from knowing. They're imbued with magic to keep me from leaving a blood trail and to keep my pheromones from making other fairies uncomfortable. Outside of Spring, we can ignore it better. I can actually go put them on if-"
"Marianne." Bog cut her off, his wings practically screaming. Marianne actually took a moment to figure out what they meant. Is he annoyed with me? Is that why he's fighting with himself? He wants to tell me I should get my leggings? Or maybe he wants me to just be quiet? I just embarrassed him, didn't I? Oh my gosh! Why did he just sniff the air like that?!
Marianne's thoughts came to a halt as she watched Bog take a long sniff of the air again. His wings were quiet, and it unnerved Marianne. She couldn't figure out his reaction from his face alone. She'd been wrong before with Roland.
"Marianne. Have I told ye about being a Goblin's mate?" he asked. Marianne shook her head, her wings fluttering again. "Goblins have an excellent sense of smell. I can smell ye everywhere in here." He sniffed the air again and took a step closer.
Marianne knew what that meant. She took to the air and dived towards her bed, shrieking when Bog covered her body with his not even a second later. "Wait! Bog! Think about what you're doing! I'm on my period! There's going to be blood everywhere!" She tried to crawl out from under him but stopped when he carefully laid between her wings.
He growled and stuck his face in her neck, laying kisses all over it. "Ye see, that's the point. When Goblins take a mate, they usually make sure the female is pregnant within the first night. We have enough sense t' hold back if she says no, though." Marianne shuddered in pleasure as he caressed her neck with his tongue. Another sniff was loud in her ear. "Goblin women have periods too, but it's only the pheromones. No blood. It could attract predators."
"What-what does that have to do with me?" Marianne panted, turning her neck to the side to give him better access. She clenched her legs at his growl of approval. "My undergarments are on still."
"It has t' do with ye," Bog began, reaching down to rip her petal undergarment off with very little resistance, "because Goblin instincts are strong. The need t' mate until yer filled with my seed is...overwhelmin'."
Marianne couldn't hold back a moan, earning a small bite to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. "Do it!" Marianne looked over her shoulder at her Goblin husband when he stilled. "Bog?"
He got up and dragged her halfway off the bed, a dark laugh ripping from his throat. Marianne froze as she felt him nudge her entrance, his wings lifted behind him in preparation. "Ah hope yer ready, Marianne. It'll be hard t' stop."
The anticipation was killing Marianne. His words went straight to her core, and she knew it wasn't just the blood making her wet. "That's okay! I love you! I want you! Don't stop!"
Bog entered her in one thrust, and they both moaned at the new feeling. Bog felt liked he'd touched every nerve in her body, and she couldn't stop her wings from fluttering at the exquisite feeling. Then, Bog set a relentless pace, and all Marianne could do was hold on to the rose petals as he took her to new highs.
Marianne's first orgasm of the night came quickly. Her wings snapped up in a 'V' as she cried out her pleasure. Bog swiftly followed her. Panting, he dragged his teeth down her spine before pulling out to flip her over. He put her legs on his hips and entered her again. "You can still...?"
Bog smirked, the moonlight igniting his eyes in a cold fire, though they still held warmth. "Goblins are diff'rent when the pher'mones activate our instincts." He began his relentless pounding again.
Marianne enjoyed the waves of pleasure traveling all over her body, praising Bog as best as she could through her moans. Marianne's second orgasm thundered through her with enough force to stop her breath. She couldn't breathe as she arched off the bed, her wings lifting her with more strength than she though possible. Bog followed her again a few moments later. He collapsed on her, trailing licks up her chest to her neck, sniffing her again. A growl of displeasure rumbled through his chest.
"It won't happen in one night, Bog. I'm a fairy. We're different from Goblins," Marianne reminded him, gently stroking his head. She kissed his head when he huffed and raised above her once more. A determined look in his blue eyes filled Marianne with excitement. I hope this night-morning?-never ends!
"We'll see 'bout that," was all Bog said before starting again. The rest of the night went like that. Bog would make her climax, follow her quickly after, and then sniff her. If her smell hadn't changed, not that Marianne would be able to tell, he would change their position and try again.
The sunlight was peeking through the window when Marianne had her final orgasm, having a small one when Bog followed her yet again with a loud groan. He pulled her flush to him, Marianne adjusted her legs so they wrapped comfortably around his waist on her couch where she'd been riding him. "It's okay if it doesn't happen the first time, Bog." Marianne couldn't bring her voice higher than a whisper; she'd used most of it for her first fifty orgasms.
Bog buried his head in her neck and gave a small sniff. Marianne was about to comfort him when he froze. Her heart soared. He did it? "Marianne."
"Bog?" Marianne asked. She couldn't stop the excitement from entering her voice. He sniffed her again, harder this time. A laugh came bursting from him. He gave her one more, hard sniff, making Marianne giggle at the feeling.
"Marianne!" Bog launched into the air, holding her tightly to his chest. "We did it! Are ye ready fer a baby in six months?" His laughter echoed around her room.
"I will be! I love you Bog!" Marianne exclaimed, showering his face with kisses.
"I love ye too Marianne!" Bog brought them down and dragged her to the bathroom. He called for her handmaidens, not remembering they wouldn't be anywhere near her until they left the room. "Let's get ready t' tell yer family." Marianne laughed and closed the door behind her.