The Fey King turned my shoulders and faced me toward the endless table.

And I instantly wished he hadn't.

There was any tasty little morsel that a woman could desire laid out before us. On a platter next to me where the ripest red strawberries I'd ever seen, still heavy with fat droplets of dew as though they'd only been plucked moments ago. Next to them were pieces of dark chocolate chunked into squares.

Beyond that was sugared pastries. Drizzled with icing and stuffed to brimming with blackberries and apples.

Glazed vegetables glistened in the center, as if covered in a layer of wax. Beyond that was the roasted duck. So aromatic that its rich buttery flavor was already caressing along my tongue. And surrounding it were tiny baked quail.

There was a boar which had been slowly cooked over flames hours ago perched at the other end of the table. A ruby apple looking crisp from its mouth. Bits of yellow fruit strung over its back.

Wine and steaming tea filled pitchers along the table.

It looked like enough food to feed all of Millen house for a year.

I'd never seen so much to eat in one place in one night.

"What is all this?"

"It is the sweetest food you'll ever taste. The most satisfying meats you can imagine. The ripest fruits to ever cross your lips. If you don't take a bite, you'll regret it for the entirety of your life...If you do..." His voice dropped meaningfully. "Then you stay with me, forever."

"I have someone back in the city." I said slowly. Trying to rip my gaze from the food and blinking hard to resist staring at it. My hand was lifting without conscious thoughts to reach for a pastry. I had to push it aside with my other to stop myself.

What's happening.

"Is this fey magic?"

"Call it fey magic. Call it human temptation. Whatever you wish to define it as, it's the same thing." His low, rumbling voice, sent goosebumps coursing over my flesh. Making me shiver as his merest touch brushed along my skin.

I wanted to lean back against him. Drop my head to his shoulder and feel every inch of his length pressed along mine. To learn his body as well as I know my own.

I'd never felt something so overwhelming. I was nearly dizzied with the sensation.

***

"I won't touch any of it." I said. My voice weak even to my own ears. Already I was less sure than I'd have told myself an hour ago, I would be.

"Why wouldn't you want to?" He teased. Turning me to face him.

I found myself staring up at magnetic brown eyes. Eyes that when I looked into, I noticed tiny green and gold flecks. Irises which seemed to swirl in a hypnotic way. Perfectly symmetrical features. A square jaw and a straight nose, dark brows beneath a few loose curls of dark brown hair.

Everything about him seemed to exude life.

But these people are trapped here for an eternity. I told myself. Looking back at them and wondering how many of them might've been the same as me.

A simple girl bathing in the woods lured here by the Fey King and his dark magic.

***

At some point the King had begun swaying me side to side and now had me fully dancing in his arms. Far closer than was appropriate. My body molded to his as we moved as one.

I noticed that everyone else was dancing in slow intimate movements around the banquet table. The same as we did.

As if they are bid to mimic his every movement.

He twirled me and I realized that my billowing white nightdress had now turned a shining red velvet. Etched in green vinery across the low bodice and winding around my waist to send curling vines over one hip.

I gasped at the sight of the fine garment.

"You're a beautiful creature." He brought me against him again.

His hand linked tightly with mine. As if I might try to escape. He held our hands aloft above our heads as he tilted me to walk sideways with me to the steps of beating music that had suddenly begun somewhere in the hall and now echoed off every wall until it became a rising crescendo.

Humming along my flesh and vibrating my most intimate places.

I gasped and my head fell back as I felt quaking between my thighs as if an earthquake shook me with its ferocity.

"So beautiful." He leaned forward to palm my throat and caress a slow hand down it's column to span the top of my chest below my collar and sliding further until his long fingers brushed the rise of my breasts. And lower.

Suddenly he caressed a fingertip and a thumb over the distended nipples. Rubbing them in quick short movements that matched the vibrating low in my body. Everything in me tightened and I blew a long breath. My next tone caught and I stumbled a step in the dance as I tried to clutch my thighs closed. My back arched and a vicious climax tore through me like a whirlwind. Ripping from my core to wind through me. Like wild currents that didn't stop until they crackled from my nipples to reach his fingertips.

I was almost shrieking in pleasure. My hand clutching his overcoat to hold myself up.

He gave a deep chuckle as he turned me again. Somehow making my feet lift in step to the dance despite that I was suddenly so weak I was clay in his hands.