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me.”
    “Clarabelle, I like you fine. I just need my space.”
    She shrugged. “Space isn’t my forte. I’m a Valentine fairy. You knew that when you asked me out. I think we should break up.”
    “You just feel bad for Caraway.”
    “Partially. But I also know she’s a Wormwood and a Wormwood can hold a grudge.” She shuddered, her pink wings fluttering with the motion. “Rainabelle told me Caraway and her cousin are opening a shop when they get their Hexacology certifications. I want no part of that.”
    “That didn’t bother you at the Samhain mixer.”
    “That was before I realised you don’t even like me. I’ve got some pride, you know.”
    “Clarabelle,” he began, unsure of what to say. Because she was right. He didn’t really like her.
    “It’s okay, Brody. Just don’t lie to me.”
    He studied her for a moment. “Can I trust you?”
    “What? I guess.”
    “No, really, Clara. If I tell you this, it has to stay between us. On your magic.”
    “On my magic, I vow,” Clara said easily.
    “It’s not you. It’s your plumbing.”
    “My plumbing?” She narrowed her eyes at him.
    He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but it felt right. “I don’t know yet if I’m gay or bisexual, because there was a time when I liked fucking Caraway. But I loved fucking Valerian and I owe it to myself to find out.” Brody took a deep breath and realised he felt pretty damn good.
    Clarabelle laughed. “Guess what?”
    “What?” Brody had no idea what she was going to say, but she was smiling.
    She took his hand and guided it between her thighs. When he tried to pull away, she smiled again. “Trust me.”
    He relaxed and was surprised to feel a protuberance where her clit should have been. Like a small cock.
    “Guess what else I can do?” Suddenly, pretty little Clarabelle was as large and brawny as Brody. He could see the evidence of her fairy heritage in the strong, male features. “Not many people know it, but Valentine fairies are dual-sexual. I was wondering how to tell you, or if I should tell you.”
    “By Odin,” he exclaimed and continued his exploration between the thickly muscled thighs. The cock had grown, too.
    Brody closed his hand around the heavy shaft and slid his hand back and forth along the length.
    “We’re not,” the shemale-like creature gasped, “very monogamous either.”
    “You don’t have to be,” Brody whispered as he traced the newly hard line of jaw with his tongue and kissed Clarabelle with a newfound desire.
    Brody sank to his knees and pushed up the skirt. He shoved aside the pink lacy knickers, entranced by the stark contrast of the masculine and the feminine. He found he liked the juxtaposition very much.
    “Shit, Brody. Coriander Wormwood is right over—”
    Brody wasn’t listening. He’d suckled the swollen flesh into his mouth, tongued it, worshipped it. The salt of the pre cum tasted like cherries and it spilled onto his tongue. He sucked harder, licked faster, swirled his tongue around the capped head as he worked the long shaft with his fist.
    Thick, blunt fingers tangled in his hair and guided him up with a heavy hand to bob up and down on the cock. It made him take more of it than he wanted, but that in itself was a turn-on. He and Valerian had been evenly matched, but Clarabelle, in his male form, was bigger. Stronger. Could take what he wanted from him whether he wanted to give it or not.
    His own cock jerked at the thought. It begged for his attention, to be touched, stroked and sucked just as he was doing to Clarabelle’s. The ring of muscles in his ass clenched and his cock jerked again as he imagined the Valentine fairy on all fours for him, that big staff painfully hard with need, jutting not from between masculine thighs but her slender woman’s thighs—her small tits bouncing as he fucked her from behind—the desperate need to spill unanswered. Brody imagined keeping her hard and wanting until he’d had his fill.
    He also imagined