Fairy Flavor (20 page)

entire orgasm to fade before she loosened her grip and swallowed his sperm.

There was a slight burn as it descended, almost as if she inhaled hot air. Her

breath was a wild pant when he knelt in front of her.

“I will make you and any child we conceive proud,” he finally spoke.

The words of a great lover mate and father. His lips landed on hers and

any residing cum mixed with their enchanting kiss. He grabbed his penis,

pumped the soft appendage while staring at her open legs and the stunning

cock began to harden again.

She lay back. His body moved over hers, and her eyes shifted to the

waterfall. This was it, they could be creating a baby fairy, bring a little one into

this crazy world. The first fairy to be born in years, and she was downright

giddy at the thought.

All was forgotten as that lovely cock hardened further, and the length

pressed against her shimmering pussy. His penis penetrated quickly. No

finesse as he had before, this was an overwhelming craving. Lust sprouted

while he pumped his cock deep within. His width still stretched, his length

pressed against her womb and she wanted so desperately to hold him there.

“More…” Her body was tempestuous. She had no idea why she felt so

desperate to feel his cum inside her. Maybe it had something to do with the

procreation process, but her skin was aflame with lust. “Please, Carrick, more.”

There was no want. This was a desperate necessity.

His thrusts increased, his balls slapped against her flesh and she

grabbed his ass cheeks. She squeezed them as her eyes closed, savoring the

feel of this untamed romp. “Carrick!”

His cock shivered and his sperm shot from his hole into her body.

Brook gasped, her lungs froze, and her entire existence paused in that moment.

The sound of their heartbeats rapidly became louder and she focused on that.

She wanted desperately to gasp for much needed oxygen as he climaxed and

then the world bloomed before her eyes. Her body quivered and her lungs

expanded, she could see the brightest blue water before it faded and then

Brook was staring into her fairy man’s beautiful eyes.

There were no words; neither of them had to speak. They snuggled

beside the waterfall and silently watched it churn. It wasn’t until her

overheated body began to chill and her breathing returned to normal that she

glanced at him. “Adara.” She smiled. “I had a dream about the city, filled with

happy children and our little girl, named Adara.”

Carrick’s mouth remained opened but no words formed. She kissed his

cheek and stared back at the waterfall. “Brook…that’s the fairy Goddess’s

name…”

Well, that was a twist she didn’t see coming. Her lips parted, but she

decided nothing would explain her confusion or absolute exhilaration. She

clasped his hand, twined their fingers and watched the falls.

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thought it best to leave them to their intimacy. He had no interest in voyeurism

and settled on walking the grounds. The trolls should be gone for the time

being but he would rather be positive his king and now queen were safe.

Besides there was no reason to think of how lonely he really was, and

kicking troll ass seemed to conquer those thoughts. He grabbed his sword and

flew above the fairy kingdom that was so depressingly barren. The thick petals

of the sunflowers parted, pollen scattered and soon the dome glided passed. He

landed silently beside the willow tree.

His eyes scanned the area quickly but thoroughly. He settled beneath

the tree, his back against the rough bark and his thoughts on women. Then

again, he was a healthy male fairy; his thoughts were usually on women. Now,

maybe Brook would conceive then he could stay up here and search for his

own woman.

He heard the flutter of wings and stood while turning his head. The sky

remained empty, it was a little late for any fairy to be roaming and that alone

brought the hairs on the back of his neck to a stand. He sniffed the air. He was

hearing things, or whatever made that noise was down wind. Thame stood on

full alert, his knees bent, and his wings out. He slowly, cautiously stepped

toward the dome. The first thing he would do is check on the king and queen

then find out what…

Thame stilled, he felt it - the eyes of a predator were upon him. He

swung the blade but was not prepared for the attacker to move up and flip over

his head. Trolls could accomplish no such move.

Whatever or whoever it was landed silently and nailed him in the head

with a punishing blow. He called out as the darkness quickly crept into his

vision. He had to protect the king and queen. He had to warn then that danger

lurked.

His body hit the ground. Nausea spun his world and then he felt the

unbearable agony of a blade ripping through his wings. He didn’t even have

time to scream before his body was painfully ravaged and then the darkness

thankfully stole his consciousness.

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feeling of her safe in his arms. He opened his eyes to the waterfall and could

not believe the previous night had, in fact, happened. She could be carrying his

child this moment.

The fact that she dreamt of a little one, their baby named Adara, blew

his mind. If they had a girl from this union, it would indeed be a sign of a

momentous future for them. He kissed her cheek, lifted her as she slowly

stirred and gently flew her back to their bedchamber.

The kingdom, as always this time of night, was silent. Only the critters

stirred and even they did not dare alert any predators of their existence. He

held her gently as he aimed for his palace. No,
their
palace.

The balcony doors were of course open, something he would have to

change. It would be unsafe for them to continue their routines. The trolls

seemed to be more determined than ever to bring down the fairy kingdom and

a child, the first fairy child in a long time, must be protected.

Of course, this brought his mind to the other problem, Valen. He was

not likely a man she would easily forget about. He prayed to the Goddess that

the wingless bastard would forget her. He placed her carefully in bed, and she

smiled up at him with a sweet kiss on his jaw before moving beneath the fluffy

covers.

“Sir…”

He turned quickly, no sword in hand which was big issue being naked

around Brook all the time. He hadn’t even heard the fairy. “What is it, Keyn?”

“Thame never returned from the surface last night…” His words were

chilling. “Whisper went to find him….sir…” The fairy looked away, a mix of

anger and tears in his eyes. “All they found were his bloody wings.”

“Sweet Goddess…” He glanced back at the sleeping Brook with rising

terror and flew off to recover his missing fairy.

The End

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