Malam Lilin Novels & Stories

“Not to her.” Silence stretched, filled only by the sounds of the forest. Malia swung her legs again. “Daddy Kaiden says you smell nice.” Kaiden coughed. “Malia...” “You do,” she insisted, nodding solemnly. “Like the moon.” My heart skipped. The moon. Lina stirred, something warm and aching unfurling in my chest. “Do you know what that means?” I asked carefully. Malia shrugged. “Means safe.”

“Thank you, Samlael.” Malcolm pulls the shift and races down the road. I’m sure this place is beautiful, if I could take the time to look at it, but the scenery isn’t what I’m here for. I turn a corner and see the glass castle in front of me. Queen Lily is already waiting for me. Malcolm races forward, dodging elves, sprites, and other fae creatures as he runs. He’s taking deep breaths of air, trying to catch our mate’s scent.

Sloane never told me what it would do to me. Malakai leans down. His face is so close that I smell the woodsy scent on his skin. Just then, he suddenly stops, his nostrils flares. "You smell different tonight, Lilith," he says. His thumb touches my lip, picks up some oil. "Sweet. Like flowers at a funeral." He stares at his thumb, then back at my wide, terrified eyes. Slowly, he raises his thumb to his own tongue.

Lilith, trying to show off her smarts, spoke up. Malina smiled sweetly. "This player seems to know a lot about doctors."

She felt Oliver shudder as she did the same to his other nut. Lilith couldn't tell how she was beginning to get used to things like this without any closest thing to shame, and she was loving every second of it. She moved back to his mushroom tip and licked the precum oozing out of the opening. With a firm suck she flicked his hole with her tongue and applied pressure to his sensitive frenulum with her bottom lip. His leg muscles tensed and his hand reached for her tits.

"And I don't fear your blade. I spent forty years in this dark. The Council put me here because I kept the ledgers." I stepped forward, the hoodie I wore feeling heavy and damp. I pulled the fabric back from my wrist, showing the black geometric lines burned into my skin. The mark pulsed with a white heat, answering the ancient stone beneath our feet. "What ledgers?" I asked. Malakor's laugh was dry and hollow. He leaned forward, sniffing the air, his eyes widening. "The lilies," the old man whispered. "Fifty years, and the scent is still the same. You smell like the ones in the glass tanks, boy."

The full moon was out tonight so could it be a romantic dinner? Lucien led me to a cliff and when I looked around, it was all dark and silent. No candlelight dinner or even fireflies. "Lucien, did you miss the way?" I turned to ask him only to see Malia emerging from the shadows, the side of her lips curling into a smirk as her silver orbs met mine. "I never thought you could bring her here, especially after she caught us together." She nudged Lucien, who burst into maniacal laughter that sent shivers down my spine.