Fairy Flavor (18 page)

appendage twirled and swirled. He sipped at her hole as she fought wildly not

to wiggle her hips and moan. His saliva mixed and his tongue drifted further

north to her clit, where he scraped his teeth over the bundle of nerves.

She gasped as he stood and sat up when he was at his full height. His

eyes held such darkness and violence she looked away then didn’t bother to

nod as she had with the others. Brook heard his footsteps wonder away, and

Carrick stood to lower her dress back to her ankles, she thanked him silently.

She’d had enough of this perplexing, erotic ceremony.

He held his hand out to her, palm upwards and when their hands

touched, she shivered. She stood before the group of fairies with a serious case

of lust. He took the flower crown off her head and she watched him clasp a

gold crown with the images of flying fairies sketched into it. It was beyond

beautiful. He placed it on her head. Go figure, it fit perfectly.

“Brook…queen of the fairies.”

Cheers knocked her into reality, and she smiled. There was no doubt of

her happiness as she looked into Carrick’s eyes.

“I love you, my queen,” he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss

on her forehead.

“I love you too, my fairy man.”

He laughed heartily and led her off the little stage.

The torches were still burning bright. In the darkness that surrounded

them, they were a beacon, a perfect reason to stay on the path toward home.

Carrick walked with his hand in hers, his smile wide.

“Now, we walk the path to symbolize our dedication to the fairy

kingdom…and then…I get to take those clothes off your pretty body and make

love to you.”

“Hey, you didn’t just have every fairy at your crotch. I am so ready for

some alone time with you.” She snuggled closer, but of course, a voice yelled

on the wind.

“Yes, Brielle…”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt…”

The delicate fairy looked apologetically toward them and began some

medical rant that Brook had no interest in hearing. She glanced at the sky,

inhaled fresh sweet air and watched the closest sunflower sway gently in the

wind. A shadow caught her eye and she tried to adjust her view but Carrick

clasped her hand.

“Did you hear that sweet? Wick is healing well.”

“Well, that is wonderful news…” They walked on, but she could not

help staring back at that shadow. It irked her, maybe because of her latest

encounter with the trolls.

“Now, let’s go disappear in each other’s arms for a while.” The magical

torches ended and Carrick spread his wings. She held on tight, felt the air rush

by her, and of course her barely presentable dress. It caressed her nipples

roughly and the dress flapped between her legs to tease. Okay, maybe she

opened her thighs to see what it would feel like.

The shadow left her mind; she was busy thinking about the night to

come and her fairy man’s glorious cock.

They flew right through the open balcony doors, and she smiled as he

laid her on their rose petal covered bed. Her body was on fire, as he leaned

over and licked her nipple.

“I’ve wanted to sample you all night,” he murmured as his lips wrapped

around the hard bud and suckled.

Raw electricity rushed to her crotch. She closed her eyes to increase the

sensations as they tore through her body. His nimble fingers found her other

nipple between the fabric and pinched lightly. As he teased and taunted, her

knees fell further apart.

“Carrick…” she whispered his name. She needed respite, but wanted

more satisfaction. He sucked harder, his lips collapsed over the bundle of

nerves while his tongue flicked and his cheeks hallowed out. Her thighs

quivered as he lifted the rim of her gold dress. There would be no issues

plunging his dick right into her aching, lonely hole.

Of course, Carrick did as he pleased, and he wanted to taste. He lifted

her foot, tickled her toes before his fingers massaged her calf as he pressed

kisses along her ankle, slow, sweet touches. Her heart yearned for this, forever

with her fairy man.

His lips found her knee, his tongue swirled over it before lifting it

higher. Her foot was angled toward the ceiling, which left her dripping pussy

in his sight. More tender kisses behind her knee and her thigh, but his eyes

remained on her core. She felt precious as he arrived at her tender flesh.

There was a long tantalizing lick. His tongue slipped between her folds

to touch her entrance, a short journey over her clit then he placed her leg back

to the bed. She wanted to grumble as he picked up her other leg and began

caressing her ankle. Such tender touches and sweet embraces left her

speechless. Her knee received some attention, he helped her leg lift so her foot

aimed for the ceiling. His gazed burned her already hot body, and he blew a

puff of air over her rear hole. He finally moved to her core, his fingers spread

her lower lips, circled her rim with slow strokes. Her body went from

tenderness to inferno. A single finger dipped inside, pressed her open and

stroked wickedly.

Her hips arched, and he lowered to tempt her clitoris. He swiped his

wet tongue over the sensitive area, friction and excellent aiming caused her to

slowly, sweetly climax. It was a soft burst of orgasmic perfection. It settled the

roaring beast within that demanded lust fulfilled.

“Did you like the ceremony?”

Who could think about that now? He shifted, crawled up her body and

straddled her torso. She smiled up at him. “Not really…” She giggled as he

laughed and reached down to flick a nipple. “But I like the dress,” she said and

reached over to his gold loincloth.

With one pull, a side dropped and the tip of his hard cock peeked over

the band. “And I like my fairy man.” She loosened the other side and that

glorious appendage was free. “And I like your package very much.” Brook

said the words with a grin, her hand wrapped around his width, just barely.

His eyes closed, chin lifted, and she stroked. Carrick groaned and his

expression was worth the discomfort of his big frame atop hers. There was no

way he could come like this, but she could still play, couldn’t she? Her fingers

slipped underneath and cupped his sac. A slow massage caused him to whisper

her name.

Their eyes locked as he pulled away and he lay between her spread

thighs. “I love you, Carrick.” He smiled with a quick reassuring expression

before his lips took hers. The head of his cock pressed tightly against her

entrance. With each touch of their tongue, he penetrated further. Inch by inch,

he speared her core and claimed her as his.

She liked the idea too much for the thought to offend her independent

nature. The kiss broke apart when he inserted fully. His balls tight and heavy

against her flesh as his cock stretched.

“I love you, too, Brook.”

He began pumping. Unhurried, pleasant thrusts inside her, pleasure

swarmed every nerve. His lips returned to hers, a hot, wet embrace of mouths

as he slowly made love to her. It was precious and perfect.

She hugged him near, her nipples rubbed against his chest and she felt

the burning need to keep him this close forever.

“Carrick!”

He kept the pace. Was he trying to drive her mad? Every touch sent

flames to her clit and then the orgasm came to life. Her inner muscles milked

him, she had to focus on each breath as the intense pleasure consumed.

He groaned, his body moving faster, his tip touching her womb. She

couldn’t hear anything but grunts and gasps. His body emptied into hers and

when they both faded back into reality, his lips found hers. The kiss, the

making love, the celebration, everything was so magical. Then again she was

in a fairy kingdom with her very own fairy man.

****

while exhaustion took her. He, however, had no chance of sleep. There was too

much to think about, too much to worry about. The trolls, reproduction, Valen,

and in a few weeks when someone would surely ask if Brook was with child,

he’d have to shake his head and act flustered.

He hated to deceive his kin, but it was her decision. If she did decide

not to have his children, could he blame her? There were so many dangers. An

innocent baby unable to protect itself brought into this world was not the best

decision. It did not stop his mind from wondering, picturing her with child, her

breasts and belly swollen. Would her lovely nipples be extra sensitive? He

could suck those peaks for hours.

Then his mind drifted to carrying their child in her arms. She could

teach their offspring compassion while he taught the little one to fly. That is if

the child had wings.
If
they could even conceive, and now he was back to

worrying.

What if this truly was the end of the fairy species? What if he was the

last king? His mood plummeted and when Brook was in a deep sleep, he

removed himself from her warmth. He walked naked toward the balcony doors,

opened them wide and sat beneath the stars. His mind was a torrent of fears

and desires.

He flew naked; his erection grew slightly as the wind caressed his dick

and satisfied balls. His heavy appendage swung as he walked the corridors

without a single stitch to cover his flesh. This was no time for lust. His mind

was too overwhelmed. There was no one in this corridor anyway. He opened

the door with a sigh and ignored Wick’s raised brow to sit on the chair beside

the bed.

“Any particular reason you’re visiting me on your ceremony night

naked?”

Carrick snorted, a single sentence and the man already made his spirits

rise. “Worry…” he mumbled.

“Or did you have some issues performing? Because I’d gladly take

your place between her thighs…”

Carrick growled at the comment, but it held no true anger. “She’s

asleep…”

“King…go sleep beside your queen and worry about the future

tomorrow. It’ll still be chaos in the morning…”

His eyes closed and a nod slowly formed. Wick was right, he could not

fix the world in one night, and he should be at Brook’s side. “Thanks…” He

stood and walked to the thick door.

“And next time you need to talk, put on some fucking clothes! I care

not to see your swinging cod.” Carrick’s laughter echoed in the quiet chamber.

The sun woke Brook from her state of sheer happiness. Her body was

exhausted and her heart filled. She shifted, found Carrick sound asleep beside

her and kissed his jaw. He didn’t stir. That was a good enough excuse to go use

that gorgeous bathtub again.

Her king. She smiled and placed the lush white robe over her body, but

left the edge apart to watch her nipples harden. Yeah, Brook wanted Carrick

inside her again and again. Well there was no worry about work or money, so

sex all day was not so implausible. She could really get used to the luxury of

being queen. There was an instant stop to her motions. She was a queen. If all

the people that thought Brook would amount to nothing could see her now.

Well, not this second, she was pretty much nude here. Her smile widened and

there was a distinct skip in her step. Time for a bath, but first there was a phone

call to the most important woman in the world.

****

slightly balding head, beady blue eyes and a smile that seemed to weaken the

ladies. She snorted and rolled her eyes, which just confirmed Morrigan was no

lady.

He adjusted his attire and checked his surroundings for the fifth time

before disappearing in the hotel room. With all that nervous glancing, he

hadn’t even spotted her car, of course, that was because she was that damn

good. She should feel sorry for the wife of eleven years but after learning the

facts, this was just downright funny.

Most cheating cases gave her the urge for violence, so she refused to

accept them. This one however, the rich wife offered triple the usual fee, and

with her current financial state, that was a reason to watch the husband like a

hungry hawk. The camera beside her in the passenger side of her old black

SUV was filled with photos to put in the album.

It had been two weeks without as much as a peep from the poor,

married bastard. Morrigan had started to believe the wife was overly

suspicious and then this guy booked a room in a motel. Not a grand motel that

he could certainly afford, he booked one night in the sleaziest place near the

worst watered down bar in a shady part of town. To say red flags went up

would be an insult to her intelligence. Then she lifted her camera and took the

proof needed to close this case.

She tugged on the wispy brown strands of her hair and punched in the

number. “Hello…Mrs. Connelly.”

“Do you figure out if that bastard is cheating on me?” her gravelly

voice shouted like a pissed off demon.

“Well, I wish you would have first told me you were having an affair

with your yoga instructor instead of going to class three nights a week.”

Silence. Why were they always silent when she found out the truth? Why did