Fairy Flavor (16 page)

her body in the throes of passion when she wanted the relief of release.

He tugged on her lower lips, the very tip of his tongue penetrated and

her body scrambled for more. “Please, Carrick. Carrick, please.” She was a

babbling fool and then his finger pressed into her channel. Bliss reigned; the

orgasm busted through her begging exterior and created a storm of wild

emotions. The pleasure drowned out the world and his mouth played at her

entrance.

His fingers discovered a nipple and tugged while he pumped.

Sensations overwhelmed, rapture bloomed and then he devoured her clit.

Lights shattered behind her closed eyes. Her body shivered and tensed. The

intense orgasm slowly faded and she was left dazed, gasping for much needed

oxygen.

“Sweet Goddess.” He still fingered her and his mouth drifted to her

thigh to kiss.

She moaned between breaths. “You are…amazing.”

“I haven’t even started yet, Brook.”

Her eyes widened and his mouth rubbed against her lower lips. He

sucked the labia into his mouth, his tongue rubbing madly while he added two

fingers inside her. She was going to die right here, smiling.

The thought wasn’t the least bit depressing as he increased the speed of

his penetrating fingers and released her flesh. Her clit was once again the focus

of his intensity. He licked and poked then sucked. Climax threatened to send

her into madness. She was on the edge of the orgasmic cliff and tried

desperately to fall into its clutches.

“More, please Carrick, more!” She would beg all night if it meant more

mind-blowing orgasms. Her body bucked. The relief swept through her system

and destroyed any control she claimed to obtain. Her hands locked onto strands

of his hair, forced his mouth to continue the onslaught. She convulsed around

his fingers, milked them desperately and screamed to the heavens. It was a

loud outburst that caused Carrick’s hand to cover her open lips. She nibbled at

his palm and gradually sucked his finger while he crawled up her body and

settled between her open, trembling legs.

His cock nudged her entrance but not enough to fulfill. Another plea

was on her lips when he kissed her, an intense, ferocious mating of mouths that

left them both breathless. He kissed to her earlobe, whispered her name and

rammed his cock to her womb in one thrust. She cried out, pleasure blended

with pain as he held the intruding appendage still.

“I love you, Brook.”

He began pumping, his hips working magic on her body. His cock

stretched, filled and sent her inner muscles into a wild frenzy. He grunted as

she squeezed, another orgasm was just out of reach. It was on the horizon, but

he would bring her there. He pulled their bodies further away, enough so his

hands could play.

Carrick’s fingers tugged and pinched her nipple. Carrick’s palm slid

down her torso to her begging clit. The moment he caressed the extended nub

the orgasm tore her apart, his cock pumped passionately as she wiggled her

hips. Her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, squeezed hard. They traveled to his

back and scratched his flesh. Another touch of her clit and she yelled his name.

She could not take much more. Her body was a pleasure conductor ready to

burn out or implode, maybe both.

“You’re so wet…”

His head fell forward, eyes locked on their rhythm, his finger still a

menace to her sanity.

“For you.” She dug her nails into his ass and held on for dear life. The

thrusts were feral, pain bordered her desire, and she loved every second of it.

“Carrick…” His mouth covered hers his hand still trapped between them

forcing her clit to feel too much.

He grunted, gripped her hips and pumped like his life depended on it.

The orgasm breached, once again, she was thrown into the abyss of pleasure.

Breath held, heartbeat pounded and his cock rocked her world.

“Carrick…come inside me!” She needed to feel it, wanted to know he

experienced pleasure within. Honestly, any more orgasms for her and

implosion was a real possibility.

His eyes locked onto hers, his balls tightened further and his girth

increase. He pulled his cock from her hole, its head an angry red and soaked

with their juices. Then he pushed in to her womb. Pulled completely free,

rubbed her clit with the drenched head and pumped again. Repeatedly, he

brought her to a whimper and then he came.

His cock shoved into her core, seed pumped from his hole and saturated

her exhausted inner muscles. It seemed to last forever, he groaned and shot

cum until finally, he was barren. They were both gasping, void of energy and

collapsed on top of the well-used bed.

“Thank you,” she said with a grin and a kiss to his shoulder. It was only

part she could reach without actually moving her aching body. He laughed

beside her.

“Indeed…” He shifted to his side, cupped her breasts and snuggled

against her. “Give me ten minutes, and we’ll go again.”

“I do hope you’re kidding…” She twined their fingers. “Any more

orgasms, and I won’t be able to walk for a week.”

He snorted, his hands drifted over her body. Two fingers spread her

pussy lips and swiped. His palm pressed against her flat stomach and to her

satisfied nipples. He caressed each one, a mini massage that managed to excite

her body despite the exhaustion that was ready to claim her.

He placed a kiss on her jaw before his eyes shut and that erratic breath

slowed. Brook waited a few minutes. When he was truly sleeping, she shifted

her leg so it lay against his placid cock. It was a gorgeous site, even resting.

Carrick’s dick was not too big but certainly not too small, the veins

were visible and asking for attention. The head was so soft and silky she would

easily compare it to the best silk in the world and the weight against her flesh

was soothing.

She may not have wanted another orgasm but she still wanted to sense

him beside her. Besides, if she suddenly decided to have kids in the middle of

the night she could lean over and suck that stunning cock right down her throat.

She closed her eyes with a grin, extremely happy to be home and in her fairy

man’s arms.

Several long days had passed and each of them offered a calm kingdom.

There were no troll attacks. In fact, none were even been spotted in the area.

She heard what Carrick and the others accomplished; they tore through the

troll society in attempt to rescue her. It truly showed how the fairies were

accepting even though she was a human.

After so many events in so little time, this was now her home. She

sensed it with her heart and every fiber of her soul. This was the right place to

live, to love, to possibly prepare for a future.

Of course, now that she had Carrick, worry ensued over the other men

in this place. Were they all so lonely? Had they come to accept the solitude?

Were they looking for a lover or someone to spend the rest of their days with?

The questions buzzed within her head constantly, every time she heard the

flutter of wings the thoughts intruded on whatever she was doing.

Today however, the kingdom she came to love buzzed with energy.

Long gold banners hung on every building. They lay gracefully from the

windows on each building swaying in the tender breeze. They were building

some kind of stage near the waterfall. Wood was already cut and being

assembled.

Carrick checked on her every hour, but the last few she was

accompanied by a charming female fairy. An actual woman fairy named

Brielle. She was no warrior, but a healer. Her appearance was delicate and

rather girly. Long blonde hair, white and yellow wings that should have been

accompanied by a halo.

Seriously, Brook looked several times for that glowing ring but found

none. Brielle had an angelic voice, a delicate look and wondered why with all

this, she looked so sad. Her smile was there but her eyes remained unlit. Their

conversations so far had been brief and rather tame. That was until Brielle had

mentioned Wick. “Are you sure he’ll be up to it?” Brook heard he was awake

and she longed to see his face, to touch his hand and thank him above all else

for sacrificing so much for her.

“He was trying to get out of bed yesterday, stupid fairy.” She flinched

at his sudden words behind her and Carrick wrapped his arms around her.

“Hello sweet…”

She pressed against him and warmth seeped through her soul. “He’s

just a good warrior. May I see him?” She pouted her lips and winked at her

fairy man. He nodded with a mock frown and clasped her hand.

Together they followed the elegant fairy. She watched Brielle with an

odd fascination. Did all the female fairies carry themselves with such

confidence? Her back was stiff, her footsteps light and silent. She didn’t swing

wildly or wiggle her hips abundantly. She moved perfectly, like a princess with

wings. When she stopped, Brook returned her eyes to their destination, a quiet

room that smelled like burning wood but the sounds of a frustrated male

marred the solitude. “I want out! Do you hear me? I cannot sit in this dark

room any longer!” His face was bruised, one eye puffy and purple. His jaw

was slightly swollen, ear bandaged up and his muscled chest was marred with

discolored bruises.

“Wick?”

He spoke quietly. “I…your…I’d run to you if I could.”

Well she had two good legs and no sword wounds. “I’ll run to you.”

She took off and landed with a gentle bounce beside him. He smiled and

gingerly placed his arms around her. “I’m so glad you’re all right! I’m so sorry

you were hurt because of me.”

She closed her eyes and inhaled Wick’s unique fragrance. He held her

tight and she opened her eyes to see his pretty wings mangled. “Oh my God.”

Tears filled her vision. “Your wings…they’re…I broke your wings!” She stood,

her head pounding and guilt pouring.

This was all her fault. She should never have returned to the surface.

His life was not worth a bunch of photos. The contents of that box remained on

the chair in their bedroom, mysteriously placed by one of the other fairies.

She’d yet to find out whom, but his pain was not what she ever imagined.

“It takes more than that to get me down,” he murmured. “Besides

they’ll heal and be…well not good as new but still useful. They didn’t rip them

completely off after all besides I’ll repay the trolls kindness with my sword.”

“They heal, really?” She turned back to Carrick and he nodded.

“It’s like a broken bone…” Wick grabbed her hand and squeezed. “No

worries. I’m sorry I’m going to miss the ceremony.” She sat once again. “I will

vow my life for yours here if you’d…”

“You’ve already got the saving my life part down…” She kissed his

cheek and hugged him once more.

Wick nodded, and lay with the sheet still wrapped around his lower half.

“Congratulations, Brook.”

She smiled wide and genuine then took Carrick’s outstretched hand.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright down here?” She hated to think of him, in this

dark windowless room.

“The sun will negate the healing process.” Brielle offered, “He must

stay down here.”

“That precautionary measure also leaves me in a spiral of boredom.” he

huffed and hunkered down the bed. “ There is no use yelling and ranting when

there’s no one to listen but it has left me with plenty of time to dream of hordes

of naked woman.” When Brook snorted he continued, “...hard nipples and

succulent pussies all around.” He smiled wickedly as they left.

***

were finished. A fairy, Bray, flew around and lit torches. They lined the path

that led to the stage and created such a romantic view. It almost looked like

giant fireflies on the sidelines of an important battle.

The low beat of drums drifted toward her, and she closed her eyes to

focus on the sounds. There was a dress on her bed, well, more like an over the

top gown. “Please, sweet, wear the gown over your bare flesh.” Carrick had

spoken just before he left to don his own attire.

As of right now, she stared down at the elegant gold contraption and

grinned. She removed her pants and shirt quickly, placed them on a vacant

chair. Then she removed her bra and pinched her nipples. The panties were

shoved down her legs and then she picked up the dress. It shimmered as she

placed it over her head.

The thin straps felt cool on her shoulders, thin lines of material crossed

down her back until it reached her the top of her butt cheeks. Then it returned

to the classy gold dress flaring to her feet. The front was crisscrossed as well

and her mouth dropped open. Her breasts rested between diamond like shapes,

her nipples pink and exposed as she glanced down.

This was not as elegant as she originally thought. It kept the pattern

until her belly button where it returned to a normal dress and swished at her

feet. She shifted to the mirror and stared. Did she put it on wrong? Then again,

it was somewhat self-explanatory. Was she really supposed to wear this?

“You look wonderful…” Brielle’s voice drifted into the room from the