Fairy Flavor (17 page)

open balcony doors. She stood in the whitest, brightest dress she’d ever seen. It

flared and flowed so gracefully on her slim body.

Brook covered her nipples with her palms, feeling their hardness as she

faced the other woman. “I gotta tell you, I’m feeling a little…um…slutty.”

Yeah, she’d said it.

Brielle laughed and the sound was so charmingly feminine. There was

no answer to her dress dilemma or explanation as to all the exposed skin.

Brielle landed and opened the doors to the hall, while she grabbed Carrick’s

white jacket. Her fairy man actually had shirts, and jackets and clothes besides

that scrumptious loincloth? She had to remember to burn them all later. His ass

looked too good nude. His cock looked even better in the sun and moon light.

She placed the jacket so her most of her chest was covered. The valley and a

bit of cleavage remained visible.

Her bare feet traveled over smooth, cushiony grass until she came to

the torch lit path. Nerves began to rattle her reserve; she fidgeted with the ends

of the jacket, her toes digging into cool earth as they waited. What was the

hold up?

Carrick fluttered down, and she smiled, then it turned to a wicked grin.

He wore a gold loincloth that was all sorts of delicious. “What is going on?

Why do I have to wear this?”

He kissed her forehead. “Do you remember I told you about the

ceremony?”

“Of course, big celebration, honey tasting, and we….” She was going

to say make babies but remained silent.

“Indeed, those who vow their allegiance to us will taste of your honey,

and we crown you queen of the fairies.”

Her honey? “Oh…Lord…” Brook squeezed her eyes shut. Apparently,

that had not been a metaphor. She pretty much understood and blushed in

embarrassment. How would she ever be able to face them? How could she

stand before them as queen as they all tasted her pussy?

“You’ll be fine…” he removed the jacket. She kept her hands balled at

her side as Brielle extended her exquisite wings and flew away. “You may

choose a second suitor to walk you to the ceremony…I figure you would

choose…”

“Me. Of course, she’d want me.” Wick’s voice was weak as he limped

toward them.

She hugged him close, felt her nipples tease his warm flesh and quickly

pulled away. “Are you all right to do this?”

“No…” Carrick grabbed Wicks arm before he fell backwards.

“I’ll make it to the ceremony; I can do that. I’ll give you a lick later.”

He winked and Brook looked away. Her blush was evident as both of them

helped Wick shuffle down the flame-illuminated trail.

Each step had to be painful. Wick kept moving forward like a real

trouper. Despite his two helpers, he kept most of his weight on his own legs.

At least, Brook though so.

Her eyes drifted over the gorgeous night sky and the waterfall that

quickly approached. She would remember this forever, the way the stars shined,

the fire danced around them, the air was pure and a gentle breeze kissed every

inch of her exposed skin. The banners flapped and joined in the chorus of night

critters. Considering where she was going and why, it was still the most

romantic scene in her life.

“My queen…” Wick stopped before the group of winged fairies she

would soon call her own.

Brook’s heart dropped to her stomach, her hands over her hardened

nipples, and she froze. She’d been in front of bloodthirsty lawyers, crazed

criminals, and scumbags without a heartbeat out of place. Here was the most

important moment in her life, she could not move a single muscle, completely

shocked and immobilized. Wick kissed her cheek, though she barely noticed,

and someone moved to grab him. Carrick placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Breathe, sweet…”

Right, she temporarily forgot about the whole breathing to live thing.

Eight sets of eyes observed her momentary breakdown. Their gazed focused

solely on her as Carrick grabbed her hand and began walking down a path of

red rose petals.

Very romantic if not for the half-dressed part, or maybe it was the

knowledge she was about to spread her legs and let each one give her a damn

lick. Whoever said knowledge was power was full of shit.

He helped her step up onto a platform where two gorgeous armless

chairs waited. They were huge, almost couch size with gold trim, and she had a

feeling it was the real stuff. Her butt landed quickly and she tried to cover her

nipples from all the eyes. Carrick sat beside her, grabbed a hand and squeezed.

What had she gotten herself into? Well, it was back out or shut up and spread

‘em. No way had she come this far to turn tail.

“There is a dance first…” he whispered, and she heard that drum beat

start up.

To the left, on the other side of the falls Mord and Flance beat strange

vertical instruments in a fast rhythm. The fairies that had taken such an interest

in her nipples began to dance. Each perfectly coordinated. Step for step, move

for move, they twined and twirled.

It created such a display as each man wore brightly colored loincloths,

which was a new favorite of hers. The two female fairies centered among them,

their dresses in bright white. Of course, their tits were not on display. White

cloth flared high with each spin and smiles decorated everyone’s face. Their

feet tapped in a synchronized fashion.

Bray laughed loudly when Flance left his drum, and she spun into his

arms. He dipped and twirled her wildly all the while his eyes locked onto his

fairy woman. Brook treasured this scene. The love that radiated made her

glance at Carrick with a small, hopeful grin.

“They dance in honor of their new queen…when the harp begins to

play it is to ask the fairy Goddess to bless our union,” he murmured in her ear

and winked.

The drums slowed, the dancers eased into a slow gait and then they all

lowered to one knee. Those nerves began to resurface as the silence stole her

curiosity. The warrior woman fairy walked to the small harp beside them. Bray

looked so not warrior like in her white dress with her hair swept up into a bun.

She sat on a small stool beside the instrument. Her long fingers shifted to the

harp’s delicate strings and the slow beautiful sounds began to fill the night.

A sweet, slow, and memorizing melody broke her nerves, at least

momentarily. Carrick once again held her hand. This time he kissed her cheek

and placed a simple crown of flowers atop her head.

“Brook, be my queen, forever.”

Guess this was the part she said something akin to, ‘I do’. “Yes…” she

whispered.

“Will you allow me to be your king, forever?”

“Of course…” She smiled and the hopeful harp music slowed to a stop.

Cheers rang out as Carrick’s lips fell to hers. They made sweet sensual love

with their tongues as the drumbeat began to rear to life, this time the harp

added to its beauty.

“Lay back…”

She pressed her shoulder to the back of the chair as he gently shifted

her hips to the edge. Feeling self-conscious must not be in the fairy vocabulary,

but it sure was in hers. She bit her lip, her nails curled to stab the soft chair

beneath, and she desperately wanted to close her eyes as Carrick slowly lifted

her dress to her thighs. His fingertips teased her inner flesh as his wings spread

wide.

They fluttered lightly. The rim of the dress slithered higher until her

bare pussy was revealed to the full moon. Well, there goes dignity. Carrick

leaned over, pressed his tongue right between her wet pussy lips, and gave her

a good, teasing lick.

“Queen Brook of the fairies, I vow to be a good king to you and our

people.” He licked his lips, winked and moved a small section of material over

her bare core. The small attempt at decorum was short lived.

“Queen Brook…” Thame, aka Mr. Intense with an attitude, knelt before

her and she inwardly groaned. “I dedicate my life to your protection and the

fairy kingdom.”

She nodded, what the hell was she supposed to do? There wasn’t

exactly a manual to tell her how to act when about to be licked by all the fairies

in existence.

Thame’s long blond hair fell over his shoulder and tickled her knee as

he bent over. He moved her only cover away and gazed at her shimmering

lower lips before he parted them with nimble fingers. His gorgeous gold wings

flared out. She had to admit they impressed even her.

His tongue was a heavy, determined appendage as it penetrated her

core. Was the man always this intense? He swiped his tongue inside her; her

clit began to sizzle in excitement. His tongue pulled out. He concealed her

vagina and stood. With a slight nod of his head, he returned to the others and

another took his place.

Keyn, who was dark haired and always quiet, walked toward her. A

ragged scar down his right eye marred his handsome face. She knew he

considered himself a loner because of it. Brook found him gorgeous despite the

scar. He was all muscle and powerful gaze, she would bet money based on his

walk he was a God in bed.

He knelt to one knee. “Queen Brook…” He said the words that were

apparently supposed to be articulated then spread his red and black wings then

the slight growth of beard on his face scratched against her thigh as he leaned

forward. He didn’t bother to move the cloth cover completely. Keyn stuck his

tongue beneath the material and shoved it into her already wet core. His tongue

took its fill, drenched in her juices, and stood. Another nod, which she nodded

in return, the right thing to do she supposed.

Her body was certainly feeling the effects; she glanced at Carrick who

sat beside her. She was ready to disappear into their bedchamber for a few days.

Of course, she wasn’t expecting to be dry but to at least not feel horny with all

these strangers licking her pussy. Instead it seemed to increase her desire.

Mord left his post at the drums and walked toward her. Now, she did

glance at Carrick and groan. This guy for sure did not like her, did not think

her worthy of Queen and he was going to lick her. Maybe he would change his

mind once he grew to know her.

The fairy knelt; spread his midnight blue wings that really were

gorgeous. “Queen Brook…” He glanced away from her open legs and into her

eyes. “I know we have not gotten to the best start, but if you love our king then

I welcome you as our queen. I dedicate my life to your protection and the fairy

kingdom.” The slight sound of thunder drew her attention, but not for long.

Mord moved the dress over and pressed his taste buds against her hole.

She was no doubt wet and leaking. He swiped his tongue over the hole several

times, stood with a slight hunch for he was not fully healed from the attack and

nodded.

Brook smiled at him. If he could make an attempt so could she. Of

course, she was currently more than half-naked. She moved the cloth over her

pussy and turned to the next fairy.

The beautiful Brielle approached and Brook’s eyes went wide. A

woman? She was going to give her a lick as well? She jerked her head toward

Carrick who nodded and watched the elegant fairy kneel. She was dazzling as

she smiled and clasped Brook’s hand.

“Queen Brook…” She began in her flawless voice. “I do dedicate my

life to your protection and the fairy kingdom.”

Brook braced for a new experience, a woman not only touching but

also tasting her pussy. Brielle pulled the cloth away. Even her tongue was

elegant. It swirled over her hole and the very tip proceeded to collect her flavor.

Just as quickly, Brielle stood and kissed her forehead. “For luck…” she gave

Carrick a press of her lips on his cheek then moved on.

Flance approached, his brown and orange wings spread with Bray on

his heels. Now this was awkward. How did she face a woman, a possible friend

when the woman’s husband was licking her pussy? She bit her lip, watched

Bray’s face as he said the words then moved the cloth and his tongue landed.

He collected her honey and stood.

His wife, the warrior woman smiled just before she said the words and

her lips pressed against her now weeping core. She had plenty of juice to go

around, the licks made her body scorching and yearn for Carrick’s cock. Bray

stood, nodded and together they walk off.

Was this over yet? She squeezed her thighs shut, but only momentarily,

another fairy approached. Whisper, her lips parted, she had yet to meet the

fairy that lived in the shadows. He had barely spoken a word to her, actually,

no not even a word. More like grunts and his ridiculously tall frame knelt.

She noticed he was the only fairy in the whole kingdom that wore head

to toe armor. His voice was not as she anticipated. It was true honey, silky, and

deep which gave her body a shiver.

“Queen Brook…” He drew out her name. “I dedicate my life to your

protection and the fairy kingdom.” His body barely fit between her open legs,

his finger moved the cloth and purposely caressed her clit.

Desire flared through her blood as he leaned forward and his tongue

licked each pussy lip. It then dived into her wet pathway. His exploring