Magical Mail-Order Husband

Ramia took a deep breath.

She was alone in the clearing, and still the hairs stood up on the back of her neck, as though she was being watched, though she knew there were no other humans nearby.

She held her closed fist out in front of her, easing open her fingers so the powdery contents sprinkled out on to the ground, and she muttered the odd phrase given her by her friends gnarled old grandmother.

A soft warm breeze spiralled up her body, teasing her hair from it’s tight bun. The particles lifted from the ground in a mini-tornado, swirling faster and faster, getting taller, thicker, denser, until the settled into the shape of a man.

He was naked.

Or close enough to be. The animal skin wrapped around his waist didn’t cover enough, and she could see the head of what must be a long cock peeking from beneath the fur. His chest was muscular, his jaw clean-shaven, eyes green and sparkling, bright against his dark skin.

She reached up to pull a stray leaf from his hair and he winced.

“Oh.” She bit her lip. “Sorry. Was that attached?”

“It was.” he rubbed his head.

She realised there were more stray leaves, and the odd twig, poking from his curls.

“Are they all attached?”

He nodded.

“That won’t do. How will you fit in looking like that?”

He glimmered. When he stopped glimmering he had a short goatee, slicked back black hair, and dark brown eyes. He was also dressed in a dinner suit.

Ramia’s mouth dropped open.

“You’ll have to give me a name,” he said. “Something suitable for your needs.”

“Amadeo.” It was a ridiculous name, one she’d pulled from a baby book to convince her parents she hadn’t married a white man.

He smiled. “Amadeo it is. And now, my purpose?”

“I came to this country to work. My parents worried about me without a husband, so I made one up. But they have been saving the money I sent them to live off, and now they are coming to visit.”

He nodded as though this was a familiar story. “What is my work? Our future plans?”

“You’re a computer technician, and we hope to start a family as soon as you get a promotion, because money is tight at the moment, and we can’t afford a baby right now.” The lies flowed easily, she’d already convinced her parents of their truth.

He nodded again. “I shall discuss these with your parents. I shall help you with chores, and we will laugh together, and share glances and sly smiles, and snuggle.”

Ramia’s eyes widened. “Snuggle?”

“Do you not wish to convince your parents of our relationship?”

Nerves bubbled in her chest. Amadeo might be some sort of lowly forest spirit, summoned into human form, but he looked like some sort of sex god. If they got too close, she’d never be able to let him go.

She swallowed. She had to convince her parents she’d found a good husband. How was she supposed to do that with a real man? She didn’t know anyone well enough to invite them into her home, to pretend such intimacy. She took a deep breath, and nodded.

~

Amadeo looked at her tiny single bedroom apartment, with its rising damp, and strings of wallpaper peeling off the walls, and clicked his fingers.

The wallpaper disappeared, replaced by a pastel green paint. The floorboards looked freshly varnished. In the kitchen, the cupboards were updated, the fittings sparkled, and the tears in the lino disappeared. He helped her set up a bed, with a curtain across the room for privacy, and tidy up her own room for her parents to stay in for their stay.

His elbow brushed hers as they changed the sheets, and a warmth spread along her arm and through her chest.

“Shall we kiss?” His voice was husky, and when she met his gaze the desire in his eyes was clear. “We should practise, before your parents arrive.”

One hand rested on her shoulder, the other smoothed her cheek. He moved in close and she closed her eyes, suddenly claustrophobic, but then his mouth met hers, his lips soft and warm as he kissed her, his tongue darting out to flick against her lips and tongue, his fingers threading through her hair.

Remia’s knees gave way, and he wrapped an arm around her back to keep her close.

She locked her knees, and pushed him away,

“Was that acceptable?” His gaze burned into hers.

Remia looked away, her heart pounding. She had to cough to clear her throat before any words would come. “My parents will only expect to see a peck on the cheek.”

“Ah.”

“That is enough practise.” She glanced his way, and he nodded. A tiny stab of disappointment pierced her chest. Wasn’t he going to fight for more?

No. He was summoned for a task. He couldn’t act outside of it, even if he wanted to.

~

Ramia’s parents were enamoured by their son-in-law. Ramia could tell by the way her mother watched him, and the way her father spoke to him. She could not have done better if they’d arranged it themselves. The month flew by, every day Ramia enjoyed the kiss on her cheek as Amadeo left for work, and the peck on the lips when he returned, while every night she resisted snuggling into his arms as they slept.

They travelled together to the airport, and Amadeo accompanied her home.

The moment Ramia had dreaded was here. “What do we do now?” she asked. “Do we need to go back to where I summoned you?”

He shook his head. “I can find my own way back.”

She nodded, clinging to his arm.

“Do you know the words?” His voice rasped, and she glanced up. Was that sorrow in his eyes?

She nodded again, though she couldn’t open her mouth to speak them.

“What will you tell your parents, next time?”

Ramia’s eyes widened. Next time. She had not thought of next time.

“They want to see the baby, when it comes. When it does not, your mother will wish to care for you, she knows ways to aid a woman’s fertility.”

“How do you know?”

He smiled. “She told me. She fears your excuse of waiting for my promotion is simply to cover the fact you have not yet been able to conceive. She told me if it takes too long I must call her. She will save her money again, and she will come.”

Ramia blinked.

Amadeo leaned in close, and pressed his lips against her forehead. He glimmered, and lost his goatee and suit, his slick hair returning to soft curls.

“Just say the words, Ramia.” His voice was low and husky.

A shiver travelled her spine. “Can you stay, for one more night?”

They lay in bed together, Ramia allowing herself to snuggle in to Amadeo’s embrace. His scent stirred feelings she’d fought for so long, and she felt the dampness spread between her thighs.

His cock pulsed against her leg, and she reached down to stroke it through the fabric of his pyjama shorts.

“Make love to me?” she asked.

He kissed her, his lips lingering on hers, the pressure alternately soft and hard as his tongue pressed into her mouth, his fingers running through her hair. He rolled her onto her back, his knees straddling her hips, the bulge in his pants pressing against her mound as his hands slid underneath her top to graze her nipples, sending an electric bolt through her body to her cleft.

She cupped his face as their kiss deepened, but then he pulled away, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck as he pulled up her nightie to give himself access to her breasts.

His tongue circled a nipple, ever so gently sucking it, then releasing it with a pop.

She moaned, thrusting her chest forward, hoping he’d take more.

He did the same to the other breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue.

Ramia wove her fingers through his curls as he moved lower, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her underwear and pushing them past her hips.

When his lips met her clit her body jolted, and when his tongue pressed deep inside she spread her legs wide and tilted her hips to welcome him.

He was thorough. She’d never had a lover so attentive to her needs, and soon she was lost in the sensations of it all, head thrown back, her body moving of it’s own accord as her hips ground against his mouth, aware of nothing else but that.

She came, sinking back into the bed, panting as he worked his way back up her body, his lips pressed against hers, the salty taste of her juices on his tongue.

She wrapped her legs around his, his cock pressing against her slit as she arched her back, desperate to feel him inside her.

He obliged, slow gentle thrusts pushing him deeper and deeper, the delicious warmth of him filling her in ways she’d only dreamed of.

As his thrusts increased she dug her fingers into his back, her thrusts moving to match his. His gaze burned into hers, his forehead creased until an orgasm ripped through her, and then moments later he came, his groans matching his thrusts as he filled her with his seed.

He tried to roll off her but she held him tight, not wanting the moment to end.

“You might end up with a fairy child.” He grinned, his green eyes sparkling.

“I would love it as much as I love you.”

He closed his eyes and kissed her. She pulled away, waiting until his gaze met hers again.

“Don’t you want to stay?”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “Of course I want to stay. But I cannot stay unless you request me to.”

“But if I request it, how will I know you are staying because you want to, and not because you have to?”

He gave a soft smile. “Set me free.”

Hope rising in her chest, Ramia whispered the words. Amadeo glimmered, and sank into a pile of powder on the bed.

“No.” Ramia’s heart tore in two. “No!” She scooped up the powder, her tears falling onto the pile as it trickled through her fingers.

“Amadeo! Come back!”

A breeze tickled the hair hanging loose around her face, and stirred the powder on her bed. The powder rose, spiralling in the air, growing taller and thicker and denser, and there he was, naked except for his animal skin, his green eyes sparkling as tears of joy poured down Ramia’s cheeks.

“You’re back.”

“And I’m free.” He pressed his lips against hers. “Yours for eternity.”

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