My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 86. Jackie’s Cozy house

Cara’s lips curled into a smirk. "Does it really matter? What does matter is how gorgeous you look without clothes." Her eyes flickered over Jackie’s bare skin, the corner of her mouth lifting in amusement.

Jackie scoffed, quickly covering her chest with her arms, though they didn’t do much to hide her. "Don’t change the subject." Her voice was firm. "Tell me the truth, Cara. If that’s even your real name."

Cara chuckled. "Since you’re so desperate to know... I’m a fairy."

Jackie blinked, clearly caught off guard. "You’re serious? A fairy?" She narrowed her eyes, suspicion creeping into her tone. "I thought they didn’t exist anymore."

"Well, considering I’m standing right in front of you, that theory doesn’t hold up, does it?" Cara said smoothly, though she could sense the lingering doubt in Jackie’s mind.

"You think I’m lying," Cara continued, her voice amused. "You think I’m just some sexy witch who’s been tricked into believing she’s a fairy." She crossed her arms. "Fairies don’t exist, that’s what you’re thinking, right?"

Jackie’s eyes widened. "Are you, are you reading my mind?"

Cara gave her a knowing smile. "Yes. And I can also tell when you’re lying. Though, lucky for you, you don’t do that often."

"Wow." Jackie exhaled, shaking her head. "Wait a minute, have you been reading my mind this whole time?"

Cara held her gaze for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. And right now, you’re wondering if that’s a good thing or a bad thing." She smirked. "You’re also thinking about whether you can have any privacy around me... and damn, she’s so hot, though."

Jackie scoffed. "Okay, now you’re just showing off."

Cara grinned. "I just wanted to make sure you had no doubts about what I am."

Jackie muttered something under her breath as she walked to her room, grabbing an off-white blouse from her dresser. As she pulled it over her head, she asked, "Alright, I believe you. No doubts. But I gotta ask—what happened to you guys? My dad told me there used to be a lot of fairies in Hemridge. Then, all of a sudden, they just disappeared. Where did you all go?"

Cara’s expression darkened. "I don’t really know," she admitted. "Someone once told me that fairies created a fortified realm and moved there to escape vampire attacks."

Jackie sat on the edge of her bed, thinking.

"And you? Are you the only shapeshifter in Hemridge?"

"No, I’m not," Jackie said. "I’ve met a couple of others. But unlike werewolves, we don’t do the whole pack thing. We’re disorganized. But when we see each other... we just know."

Cara leaned against the doorway, intrigued. "Can you shapeshift into other people?"

Jackie hesitated. "Yes. But I’ve never done it before." Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her blouse. "I’ve heard it comes at a cost."

Cara narrowed her eyes. "What kind of cost?"

"A personal one," Jackie said. "My father made me promise never to try it."

Cara studied her for a long moment. "He must’ve been protecting you from something dangerous."

Jackie sighed. "I think so too. The shapeshifters I have asked about it say that skin-shifting, turning into another person, takes a serious mental toll."

Cara’s brows furrowed. "How bad are we talking?"

Jackie met her gaze. "Bad enough that no one who’s done it wants to talk about it."

"Ok, what about we do something that won’t take a toll on us at all," Cara said, her eyes glued to Jackie’s cleavage.

Jackie sauntered towards her with a smile on her face, Cara’s breath caught in her throat as Jackie’s hand gently brushed against her cheek. "I welcome this whatever toll this would take," she whispered, her eyes locking with Cara’s.

With that, their lips met in a passionate kiss. Cara’s hands found their way into Jackie’s thick, curly red hair as they devoured each other’s mouths.

Breaking the kiss, Jackie pulled away slightly, her eyes smoldering with desire, she stood up from the sofa, holding out her hand to Cara. "Let’s move this to the bedroom, shall we? I don’t want my father to see us."

Cara caught a framed picture of Jackie’s father and nodded eagerly, taking Jackie’s hand as they made their way down the short hallway towards her bedroom. Once inside, Jackie wasted no time in undressing Cara, her fingers dancing lightly over her lover’s soft skin.

Cara returned the favor, her own hands working swiftly to unbutton Jackie’s blouse and reveal her lacy black bra. With a sultry smile, Cara leaned forward to press her lips against Jackie’s bare shoulder, eliciting a soft moan from her lover.

They continued to kiss and touch each other as they made their way onto the king-sized bed. Cara positioned herself on top of Jackie, their breasts pressed together as they ground their hips against one another.

"I want to taste you," Cara breathed, her eyes locking with Jackie’s once again.

Jackie nodded, her eyes burning with lust. "Please, do whatever you want to me," she moaned, her hands gripping tightly onto Cara’s hips.

Cara wasted no time in sliding down Jackie’s body, her lips trailing hot kisses along her lover’s skin until she reached her destination: Jackie’s wet, eager pussy. With a wicked grin, Cara parted Jackie’s legs further apart and dove in, her tongue darting out fun little patterns against Jackie’s clit.

"Oh god, yes!" Jackie cried out, her hips bucking up off the bed in response to Cara’s expert ministrations.

Cara continued to pleasure Jackie with her mouth, her fingers exploring the slick folds of her lover’s pussy as she worked. Meanwhile, Jackie reached down to cup Cara’s face between her legs, her fingers tangling themselves in Cara’s long, dark hair.

"Don’t stop, please don’t stop," Jackie begged, her voice hoarse with desire.

Cara had no intention of stopping anytime soon, as she could feel Jackie growing closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment. And so, she continued to lick and suck and finger-fuck Jackie’s pussy until finally, Jackie’s entire body tensed up for a split second before releasing itself in a powerful, shuddering orgasm.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Jackie screamed, her entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Once Jackie had recovered from her intense climax, she pulled Cara up onto the bed beside her, their lips meeting once again in a passionate kiss.

"That was incredible," Jackie gasped, her green eyes shining brightly with appreciation for what Cara had just done to her.

"You’re not the only one who can give pleasure," Cara replied with a sly grin, rolling Jackie onto her back before positioning herself between her lover’s legs.

With a smoldering look in her eyes, Cara lowered her head down towards Jackie’s pussy once more. But this time, instead of using only her tongue and fingers, Cara found something on top of Jackie’s bed stool and decided to introduce the new element into their lovemaking: a vibrating dildo.

Sliding the toy into Jackie’s wet, welcoming pussy, Cara watched as her lover’s eyes rolled back into her head with pure delight. "Oh fuck, yes!" Jackie moaned, her hips bucking up off the bed in response to the added sensation of the vibrating dildo inside her.

Meanwhile, Cara continued to pleasure Jackie with her mouth, her tongue working in tandem with the toy to create an unforgettable, mind-blowing experience for her lover.

"I’m so close, don’t stop," Jackie pleaded, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

Cara had no intention of stopping anytime soon, as she could feel Jackie growing closer and closer to the edge of another powerful orgasm with each passing moment. And so, she continued to lick and suck and finger-fuck Jackie’s pussy until finally, Jackie’s entire body tensed up for a split second before releasing itself in another powerful, shuddering orgasm.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Jackie screamed, her entire body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Once Jackie had recovered from her intense climax, she pulled Cara up onto the bed beside her, their lips meeting once again in a passionate kiss.

"That was even more incredible than before," Jackie gasped, her green eyes shining brightly with appreciation for what Cara had just done to her.

"I’m glad you enjoyed it," Cara replied with a sly grin, as she put on her clothes and said, "Goodbye."

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The next morning, Cara stood outside Rudy’s mansion, adjusting the tie of her ponytail as the soft fabric of her yellow sundress fluttered in the morning breeze. She was waiting for a cab to take her to Kyle’s house, her thoughts already racing about the meeting ahead.

A sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb where she stood. Cara frowned. Who the hell uses a Rolls-Royce as a taxi? She hadn’t even flagged it down.

The driver, a young man with an average build, stepped out. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he exuded quiet professionalism.

"Good morning, Miss Bolton," he said politely.

Cara blinked, caught off guard. A stranger knowing her name this early in the morning was not how she’d expected her day to start. Still, she returned the greeting cautiously. "Morning... Do I know you?"

"No, ma’am," he replied smoothly. "My name is Reginald. I’m a chauffeur. My boss, Mr. Chesney, has sent me to take you to his house this morning." He stepped aside and held the car door open for her.

Cara hesitated. Kyle never mentioned anything about a driver. She studied Reginald, who maintained an easy, professional smile. There was no hostility, no tension, just a man doing his job.

After a brief pause, she sighed and nodded. "Alright, let’s do this." With that, she slid into the car.