Fairy Flavor (2 page)

and another wave of bliss erupted.

Her system exploded, her body hummed with elation as he tugged her

nipple with his lips and emptied his sacs inside her. Brook hugged her fairy

man close. Catching her breath as he gently pulled his dick free of her wet

pussy that was now drenched with his seed. His wings fluttered, shrunk to hide

behind his back. He kissed her nipple, chaste and sweet.

She truly wanted to sleep in his arms forever, and fuck him every

second of the day. It was such a damn shame this was only a daydream. The

warmth of his touch didn’t dissipated as their hearts slowed. She lay content,

tranquil in his arms. Brook honestly believed she’d wake any moment under

that tree, probably completely embarrassed with her hand groping her crotch.

She stared at the dark dome ceiling and listened to the slow trickle of water.

“Why am I not waking up?”

He shifted toward her. “You are awake.”

“Yeah, and you’re a real fairy.” She snorted, sat up and hoped

something really tragic hadn’t happened. The tree fell down on her head and

she lay unconscious, or she was having a psychotic episode.

“I am a real fairy.” He kissed her back, just above her ass cheeks. His

fingers massaged her pale globes as he spoke. “I’m King Carrick. I brought

you from the earth’s surface to my kingdom.”

His words forced a shiver down her spine. No way did she just fuck a

real fairy. “You’re tall!” she blurted, fairies were supposed to be tiny.

“Yes, I am,” he answered with a wicked grin that had her pussy clench

in emptiness. He pushed her gently to her side so he could kiss her hip. His

fingers rubbed dangerously close to her rear.

“I’m serious.” She pulled away and stood naked in some sort of

bedchamber with uneven rock walls. “Wake up!” She waited for her real eyes

to open and glimpse lush green hills in Ireland.

“Sweet, you are awake. I assure you…I am real.”

Well didn’t that just fuck with a girl’s head? She sat on the bed, panic

made her heart race. He was a real fairy. If that was true, at least she wasn’t

crazy. She also just had sex with a fairy, without a condom. Brook cringed.

“Would you like to see my kingdom?”

Why the hell not? She nodded. She could also say with complete

honesty fairy men were great lovers.

Stepping through the bedroom doors was a kick to her sanity. This was

real. It had to be. Her imagination was not this creative. There were dozens of

buildings. Each dome topped towers in vibrant colors. Giant sunflowers

stretched to the clear blue sky. A clear almost plastic looking cover separated

them from that sky, it stretched circularly to each rocky wall that surrounded

this beautiful place. “We’re underground?”

“Sort of, almost all humans can’t see us or break through our barrier.

The sun’s rays are the same; you’ll see the same stars when darkness

approaches.”

“Are there other fairies?” She wanted to watch them soar like a mass of

frightened birds.

“A few, not nearly as many as there used to be.”

He sounded so forlorn it broke her heart.

“That’s why you’re so important. You witnessed me on the surface;

you are one of the rare humans that we’d benefit from. One that we hope we

can produce offspring with.”

Her eyes jumped to his. “You son of a bitch! Is that why you fucked

me? Knock me up and keep me down here to breed your babies!” Rage and

panic erupted.

“No. That’s not…you’re not… you can’t get pregnant from our union.”

She balled her fists, ready to kick him in his very pleasurable crotch

and run for it. She couldn’t run like she did in her twenties but at thirty-five she

could still haul ass when the need arose.

“Please, don’t get angry. Come and walk with me, we’ll discuss

whatever you’d like to know.”

Why did he have to sound so civilized? She was only giving him this

second chance because he was great in bed. “Fine.”

He nodded, clasped her hand in his and began walking. This place was

like a gardener’s dream. Nature was very much a factor of their world.

“I am two hundred years old, and have been king one hundred twenty

years.”

Brook held her breath. That was one hell of an age difference.

“My first and only queen died in childbirth one hundred years ago. She

was a good queen and would have made an excellent mother. My unborn

daughter was not the only to die before her time. Female fetuses died, none of

them created survived. This was a blow to our people never before seen or

heard of. As the years past, no reason or cure found, we stopped producing.

Several males were born but no counterpart, no females to enrich their lives.

Currently there are seven male and two female fairies in my kingdom. Neither

has had a successful reproduction with their love.” He stopped, looked to her

with a sheen in his eyes. “We’re dying, maybe a full extinction. For several

years, I’ve been traveling to the surface. Searching for those unique humans

that can see us, and then I found you.”

Well, what was she supposed to say to that? “Carrick…”

“You don’t have to decide now. I would like to show you around,

spend more time together. If you wish to return to the surface at any time, I

will comply.”

Brook took a deep breath, glanced around at the beautiful scenery.

What would a few days hurt? “I can’t get pregnant from…”

“Our union? No.”

“Then how?” She wanted to avoid any chance of a child until her mind

was set.

“My flavor.” He glanced away, cheeks flushed. “You must taste and

swallow my seed. Your body will be prepared, and then I must saturate your

womb.”

Shit, the only thing she really wanted was to taste him. Well, at least

great sex was a guarantee. His wings fluttered, spread wide in a glorious

display. Another fairy approached with smaller wings in a sky and midnight

blue. His blond hair settled around a handsome face when he landed.

“Shall I assist you in any way, King Carrick?”

“No, Mord, thank you.”

The stranger nodded, fluttered away without a glance in her direction.

“Can you carry someone when you fly?”

Her fairy man glanced at her with a sinful grin. Brook stepped closer,

ran her fingers through his silky night colored hair. He wrapped his arms

around her and the warmth felt so right. His wings spread wide, her pulse raced

and then a voice called from the distance. She couldn’t care less who

approached; she just wanted to fly high with his big cock inside her.

“What is it, Thame?” Carrick held her eyes as he spoke.

His voice held the contempt she felt. She turned from her fairy man and

was stunned into silence. Did all the fairies look like muscled models? This

one had bright golden hair and the most gorgeous gold wings she could ever

imagine.

****

Carrick growled low. He was tired of every woman yearning for his

best warrior and good friend. Thame however, was off his bad list for good.

This man had saved his ass more times than he could remember. “What is it?”

His body was all ready to lounge the day in Brook’s arms.

“The trolls.”

They were the bane of his existence. Carrick pleaded to the fairy

Goddess herself. “Listen; go back to the bed chamber. I’ll send Wick to guard

you…”

“Trolls. As in they live under bridges and eat small children?” She

snorted, half amused. “It sounds like a bad fairytale.”

“From your lips to the Goddess’s ears…I wish that were the case.” He

gently pushed her toward the chamber.

His somber tone was enough to send amusement into hiding and her

dashing toward safety.

****

damn pointless. None-the-less, she dragged her bare feet along the lush, green

carpet. She bit her manicured nails to nubs and checked the hallway every

minute. How deadly were these trolls? Trolls, for goodness sake! Well, the

image she knew as fairies was totally off, so who knew how much danger trolls

were?

There was no sound, no knock. The door just opened and in walked sex

on legs with wild green hair. He smiled at first, a fleeting expression as he

stretched his green and yellow wings. A loincloth graced his hips; the rest of

his sheer muscular physic was the ultimate erotic temptation. “Wick…I’m

assuming.”

He nodded, stepped forward to extend a scarred hand. “Indeed, King

Carrick asked to me to keep you protected while he battles the trolls.”

“What are these trolls? Are they like the fairytales? Are they

dangerous?” She sat on the end of the bed.

“The trolls are spiny, low life creatures. Every twenty years or so they

try to take our territory. We usually send them off with a few less mouths to

feed but now that we’re so little in number…it is not as easy as it once was.”

He sighed, kept his hand on the sword that rested on his barely covered hip.

Wait, hold the lust. “What are you doing here if they’re a handful? Go

help Carrick!”

“I was told to protect you.”

Brook stood up so fast she felt a little dizzy. “I’ll stay right here…in the

damn closet if you need me to. You’re better off out there keeping Carrick

safe.” The thought of something happening to her fairy man left a strange pain

in her chest.

Wick examined her from head to toe before his deep voice sounded.

“Then go under the bed until we return and I shall go defend my kings back.”

****

Carrick had fought trolls all his life. This time, this place would not be

his defeat. His sword clashed with the trolls thick arm skin. Black blood that

smelt worse than a dead fairy in the sunlight sprayed over his chest. He swung

once more, dragging the blade across the coward’s neck and killing his

resistance for good. The king fought beside his brave warriors and littered their

grassy homeland with rotting corpses.

It wasn’t long before the clash of blades silenced, and the screams

slowly faded to nothingness. He stood, bloody, but alive. The distant cheer of

his men penetrated his battlefield haze. Six men stood united against the enemy.

There were praises for the Goddess and they shouted his name. Carrick nodded,

checked each of his warrior’s well being, and then spotted Wick. “No…” He

wasn’t supposed to be here, terror shot through his soul. “Where is she?” He

grabbed Wick’s bloody arm.

“Sir, she encouraged me to protect your life and promised to remain in

hiding until you return.”

“I am your King! You will obey me!” He shouted and wings unfolded

as Wick landed on one knee before him. He didn’t bother to berate his closest

friend, but he took to the skies. His wings fluttered wildly as he made his way

back to this woman slowly stealing his heart.

****

Karate lessons as a kid instead of dance. Maybe then she wouldn’t feel

ridiculous hiding under a bed while brave men, rather fairies, fought for her

safety.

She settled more firmly on her stomach beneath his four-poster bed and

listened. If the trolls really did reach her and find her, she needed a damn

weapon. She gripped the shoe in her hand more firmly. This was the best she

could find in the seconds between Wick leaving and discovering a good spot

under the bed. At the sound of footsteps, she held her breath, tried to filter out

the sound of her thumping heart.

That was not footsteps but instead flutters, fairy wings. She pulled half

her body out when the doors busted open and didn’t bother to panic when she

saw the blood, or scream as the adrenaline pumped through her system. She lay

there admiring how absolutely heroic Carrick looked. He was a Spartan

warrior back from battle, he was her fairy and his look of worry faded when

noticed her half under the bed.

“Brook.”

His feet didn’t touch the ground. Those stunning wings carried him, he

knelt beside her and helped her free of that stupid spot. “Are you okay?” she

said quietly, afraid to hug him and cause him pain.

“Fine, I’m fine.”

His arms came around her, engulfed her in a warm embrace as she

hugged him back. So what if he smelt bad, she still wanted to make sure he

was alive and well. “I sent Wick to you.”

“That was so stupid!” He grabbed her shoulders. “I was fine; I’ve

fought hundreds of battles before. I wanted him here with you.”

“Don’t call me stupid! I was hiding, and I was safe. You were fighting

those damn things, and he looked big enough to do some damage. It was a

good call sending him to help you instead of babysitting me.”

His chin lowered, his tone flattened. “I didn’t mean…I’m sorry. I was

so worried. I thought maybe you would have run off and gotten hurt or a stray

troll would have found you.”

“I was hiding.”

There was a slight grin on his beautiful face. “I see that. Well done.”

“Idiot.” She leaned forward to embrace him once more. “You sure

you’re alright?”

“Yes.” He smiled against her neck.

****

Wick kept his head bowed and his knees supporting his weight. Not

once had Carrick acted like such a king around him. They’d always been