An hour passed before Allison's eyes slowly fluttered open—only this time, they glowed a brilliant emerald green. She gasped, excitement surging through her, and leapt from the bed.
"Jay, look!"
Green energy surrounded her body, and gentle wind stirred inside the room, rustling curtains. Allison's hair began turning dark green, her ears became long and pointy, and freckles bloomed beneath her eyes like delicate constellations. She raised her hand, and green wind started swirling around it.
Jacob could only stare—stunned, breathless, utterly captivated.
"You… you look gorgeous." He whispered.
Allison tilted her head, curiosity glimmering in her glowing eyes. "Did my appearance change?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes. Look at the mirror."
She turned toward the floor-to-ceiling mirror across the room. Her lips parted in awe. "Wow… I do look gorgeous, don't I?"
She turned left and right, admiring every detail of her new form, fingertips grazing the tips of her ears, then combing through the green silk of her hair. Jacob stepped behind her, slipping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Together, they looked at her reflection.
"Can we do it while you're in this form?" Jacob murmured with a sly grin.
Allison shot him a playful wink. "Not tonight."
"Please. Just once."
She laughed softly. "I want to do it as much as you, but I'm really numb down there and can't do it anymore tonight. You have to wait until tomorrow, or the day after if Lydia wants to do it with you tomorrow."
Jacob sighed dramatically. "That's a shame. I really wanted to sleep with a fairy."
Allison turned, kissed him, and pressed her forehead to his.
"Be patient. I'll make it up to you."
"Fine." He muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.
"Come on." Allison said eagerly. "Let's go outside. I want to try my abilities."
"Wait." Jacob said, sitting on the bed and pulling his laptop toward him. "Let's see what the Bestiary says about fairies first."
Allison slid beside him as he opened Cogman's custom app and searched for Wind Fairy.
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[Aeras Sidhe (Wind Fairy or Air Fairy)
Classification: Elemental Fae
Appearance:
-Beta Form: Glowing green eyes, pointed ears, dark green hair, freckles beneath the eyes.
-Alpha Form: Glowing red eyes. Large, butterfly-like wings.
Abilities:
-Enhanced strength, speed, agility, and rapid healing.
-Aerokinesis: Control of wind to create gusts and razor-sharp blades, etc.
-Electrokinesis: Can generate electricity, often as bolts of lightning or smaller electric spheres, by manipulating electrical currents within the air.
-Alpha Potential: In its alpha form, a wind fairy can be very dangerous. It can control the weather and, when strong enough, create devastating thunderstorms and tornadoes.
Weaknesses:
-Mountain Ash: Like many supernatural creatures, they cannot cross a barrier of mountain ash.]
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Allison's eyes widened. "Wow, I can do all that! I know about wind control, and you told me about the storms and tornadoes, but I didn't think I could use electricity."
She lifted her hand, focusing intently. Nothing happened. She pouted. "I can't do it."
Jacob smiled gently, holding up his own palm. "See if you can feel anything." Electricity started gathering and dancing around his fingers.
Allison's eyes widened as she touched the current.
"Wow… it tingles. But it doesn't hurt."
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation. Slowly, cautiously, she pulled her hand back. Tiny sparks flickered into existence in her palm.
Her eyes flew open. "Yes! I did it—it's weak, but I did it!"
Overcome with excitement, she threw her arms around Jacob, hugging him tightly.
Jacob chuckled, kissing her forehead. "You just need to train every day and it will get stronger. That's how I did it. The more you use your abilities, the stronger they get and the better you'll be at controlling them."
Allison pulled back, gave him a deep, passionate kiss, and whispered against his lips. "Thank you."
Jacob smiled. "You're welcome."
Allison stood, her green eyes still shimmering faintly.
"Let's go outside. I want to test my wind ability."
Jacob raised a brow, leaning back on the bed.
"How about we have dinner first, then go to the woods? I'd rather not have you tear up the backyard."
Allison chuckled, then shifted back into her human form—hair returning to its usual color, her ears normal once again.
"Fine. What time is it?"
Jacob glanced at his phone. "Ten o'clock. Cogman should call us for dinner soon."
Allison collapsed onto the bed with a bright smile, her excitement still bubbling beneath the surface.
Jacob studied her for a moment, then spoke cautiously.
"I hate to bring this up… but did you forget about the mountain ash barrier? Your parents used it earlier to stop me from entering your house. I burned it, but what if they set up another?"
Allison's smile faltered. She sat up, worry flickering in her eyes.
"If they do, they'll find out I'm supernatural… and I don't want them to know. Not yet. Is there any way around it?"
Jacob shook his head. "Sorry. There isn't."
Her lips pressed into a thin line. "Then what if they ground me? Trap me inside the barrier like a prison?"
Jacob leaned back. "They probably won't. And even if they do, remember—just because you can't pass through it doesn't mean you can't break it. If you focus your power on a single point, you could shatter it."
Allison thought hard. "Maybe… a large wind arrow, sharp and fast, aimed at one point."
"Make it spin." Jacob suggested. "It'll hit harder that way."
She nodded slowly, but her expression remained troubled.
"I'm not as worried about breaking the barrier as I am about my parents' reaction. Once they know I'm supernatural…"
Jacob reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "They'll be upset, sure. But you're not a werewolf, Allison. They won't hate you. Worst case, they blame me for turning you into a fairy."
A small smirk tugged at Allison's lips. "Then you have to bear with them."
Jacob chuckled. "Sorry, I can't do that. I already tolerated your dad pulling a gun on me every time he sees me."
Allison frowned, half-concerned, half-amused. "So what are you going to do?"
Jacob smirked. "Don't worry. I won't hurt him. But if he tries it again, I'll just take his gun away. Besides… they might not even put the barrier back up, so they won't know what you've become. At least not yet."
Allison exhaled slowly, relief and doubt mingling in her voice. "I hope so. I'd rather they keep thinking I don't know anything."
Jacob smiled. "By the way, I still have another gift for you."
Allison's eyes lit up with excitement. "What is it?"
With a flick of his hand, Jacob summoned a ring from his pocket dimension. It gleamed in the low light—white gold, shaped into the head of a dragon. Two small red diamonds glowed like living eyes.
Jacob looked at the ring and thought. 'Nice one, system. The ring looks really good.'
He held it out to her. "I want you to have this."
Allison's breath caught. "A ring? …Wait—is this supposed to be an engagement ring?"
Jacob handed it to her. "Wear it."
But Allison didn't take the ring. She looked at Jacob, smirking. "What, no going down on one knee? No romantic proposal?"
Jacob grinned. "Too late for that. We're already married."
Allison snorted and took the ring from his hand. "You're so unromantic."
She studied it for a moment, then sighed. "I can't wear it on my ring finger. My parents would freak out."
Jacob shrugged. "Wear it wherever you like."
She slid it onto her left index finger and turned her hand, watching the dragon's jeweled eyes glimmer. "It's beautiful… thank you. I love it. But… how much did this cost you?"
Jacob smirked knowingly. "Believe me, you don't want to know the price of that ring."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Is it that expensive?"
Jacob said with a chuckle. "If I ever put it up for sale, people would pay billions for it."
Allison rolled her eyes, half-amused. "You're exaggerating."
Jacob didn't argue. Instead, he gently took her right hand. With a flick of his claw, he made a tiny cut on her finger. Allison didn't say anything, just watched as Jacob dripped her blood on the ring. A soft glow spread across its surface as it absorbed the blood.
Allison gasped—the moment it bonded, she felt a connection with it. Knowledge flooded her mind, the ring whispering its secrets to her.
After learning what the ring really was. She turned to Jacob, speechless. Her eyes shimmered with awe. Then, without a word, she shifted into her fairy form. Green hair and glowing eyes framed her beauty as she pounced on him, tearing through his clothes once again.
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Half an hour later, the two lay tangled in each other's arms. Allison rested her head on Jacob's chest, still catching her breath. Her voice came soft, trembling with emotion.
"I don't even know what to say anymore. A simple thank you could never express how grateful I am—for everything you've given me."
Jacob ran his hand slowly through her hair with a satisfied smile.
"You don't need to thank me, Allison. You're my girlfr… well, not just my girlfriend, but my wife. My partner. For the rest of our lives. Making you happy isn't a gift—it's my duty."
Allison lifted her face, smiling through her exhaustion. She kissed him gently. "I love you."
"I love you too." Jacob replied with a smirk. "My beautiful fairy."
Allison groaned as she sat up, wincing slightly. "We really shouldn't have done it again. Now, not only am I completely numb down there, but it even hurts a little. This is your fault, you handsome pervert."
Jacob laughed, the sound echoing warmly through the room. Allison couldn't help but smile, playing with her new spatial ring, putting her phone in and out of it like a child with a new toy.
Just then, a knock was heard on the door.
Jacob sighed. "What is it, Cogman?"
The butler's voice came through, polite as ever. "Dinner is ready, sir."
Jacob said. "We'll be right down."
Jacob rolled out of bed and scooped Allison effortlessly into his arms. "Come on. Quick shower, then food. I'm starving."
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Minutes later, both dressed in fresh clothes, they prepared to leave. Allison shook her head, still amused.
"We should probably stop tearing each other's clothes. At this rate, we'll have nothing left to wear."
Jacob shrugged with a grin. "Who cares about clothes? We can always buy more. Let's go eat."
Allison lingered. "You go ahead—I'll clean the room first. I don't want Cogman seeing the mess we made."
Jacob smirked. "Then I'll help."
Together they tidied the chaos, still exchanging smiles and glances. After that, they went downstairs, both in a good mood.
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In the kitchen, Cogman was waiting. He ignored Jacob entirely and instead helped Allison gracefully into her seat.
"You seem in good spirits, madame. I take it sir fulfilled his duties as a husband properly."
Jacob, mid-sip of water, nearly choked. Allison raised a brow, her lips twitching into a smile.
"He did." She replied simply.
Cogman said. "I thought he couldn't."
Jacob glared at the butler. "You stupid tin can. Are you implying I'm impotent?"
Cogman's eyes glimmered with dry wit. "Not at all, sir. But you do give the impression you might not last long."
Allison burst out laughing. Jacob could only shake his head, stabbing into his steak. After swallowing, he muttered darkly.
"I know you're just joking, so I won't bother with you. But you're lucky you're not a woman—or I'd prove to you exactly how long I can last."
Allison, still amused, tilted her head toward the butler.
"Tell me, Cogman… do Cybertronians have relationships? Like humans do?"
Cogman said. "If you mean physical intercourse, madame—no. But we do have emotions. We feel anger, hate, remorse… and yes, love. Cybertronian males can fall in love with Cybertronian females. Our bonds are real. Just… different."
Allison leaned forward curiously. "Then… how do you reproduce?"
Cogman said. "Cybertronians reproduce by merging their spark energies. When a mature male and a mature female combine their spark energies, they create a child spark. It is… our form of conception."
Allison nodded, fascinated. "I see. Do you have any children back in your world?"
Cogman shook his head. "No, madame. I never cared for such matters."
He turned then, fixing his glowing eyes on Jacob.
"By the way, sir, I believe this house requires a piano."
Jacob arched a brow. "What for? To annoy me?"
Cogman's tone remained level, but there was a glimmer of mischief. "To set the mood, sir. And we need a pet as well."
Jacob sighed, dragging a hand down his face.
"I don't need a piano, and I definitely don't need a pet. I already have you—an insufferably rude pet. Why would I want another?"
"I am not a pet, sir." Cogman replied calmly. "I am the butler of this house. And I am quite certain Madame Allison and Madame Lydia would love to have a companion animal."
Jacob narrowed his eyes. "Maybe later. And you didn't argue about the piano. Why?" A pause. His gaze sharpened. "You already bought one, didn't you?"
Cogman clasped his hands behind his back, unbothered.
"Yes, sir. It will arrive tomorrow along with the materials I ordered. Trust me—you are going to love it."
Jacob leaned forward, voice low. "I swear, if you start playing some creepy tune in the middle of the night, I will break that piano over your head."
Cogman said. "I won't do that, sir."
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Dinner ended. The plates cleared, the conversation dwindled. Jacob and Allison left the mansion together.
"Let's not take the car. Let's walk." Jacob suggested, slipping his hands into his pockets. "We'll pass by the woods—you can test your powers there. Then we'll head to your house. I need to bring Raven home."
Allison smirked. "Your bike? Can't you leave it? I promise I'll bring it here tomorrow."
Jacob shook his head. "No. I don't trust your dad. If he finds out you're a supernatural creature, he'll blame me—and I don't want to imagine what he'd do to my bike."
"What if I put it in my ring?" Allison countered.
"Still no." Jacob said. "If you want a bike so badly, I'll buy you one. But Raven is mine. And even though I love you, I won't give her to you."
Allison snorted. "Fine. You don't need to buy me one. Just let me ride yours every now and then."
Jacob nodded. "Deal. But no more taking her to your house until your parents and I are on better terms."
"Fine." She said again, rolling her eyes.
They reached the iron gate. Cogman was waiting, and with a graceful bow, he opened it. "Goodnight, madame."
Allison smiled warmly. "Goodnight, Cogman."
Then she turned to Jacob, eyes alight with playful energy.
"Let's run. I want to see how fast I can go now."
Jacob smirked. "Alright. Let's go."
And in an instant, they were gone—two streaks of motion vanishing into the night, racing toward the woods at supernatural speed, leaving Cogman watching from the gate, his blue eyes glowing faintly in the dark.
To be continued… 😊