Fairy Flavor (7 page)

two benches wore away beside the water. She wondered what it would look

like if the population increased.

Fairies would probably flock here, no pun intended. She could see the

parents sitting on blankets, holding hands as they watched their little ones play

in the warm water. The sun would shine down and there would be no such

things as trolls. This was such a peaceful world, she was sure everyone here

had a similar vision. It still made a beautiful image, all those wings fluttering

delicately in a blue cloudless sky.

The daydreaming continued as her body warmed. They even became

naughty and occasionally she’d pinch her nipples while thinking of Carrick.

The breeze was kind to her and that waterfall perfected everything with its

beauty and tranquil sound. This was better than any spa in the world. All she

needed now was her fairy man inside her. Fluttering, she opened her eyes at

the sound, sat up on her elbows and looked to the sky. Wick grinned as he

landed.

“I hear I’ll be calling you Queen soon.”

She shifted, covered her chest with her knees. Granted they had

amazing sex and his morning lick was excellent, he was not hers. “Hello,

Wick.” Of course, given the chance she’d love to have them both in her body

again.

“Is all well?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” She smiled shyly. Hell of a time to feel bashful.

“Carrick will arrive shortly. I’ll inform him you’re eager for his

arrival.”

“Thank you, Wick.” He nodded and other than a few scorching glances,

he behaved like a gentleman. When he fluttered away and she uncoiled. She

grinned, gave her nipples a generous rub and returned to her sun bathing.

****

Carrick was done. Finished with structure problems, fights between his

men and those trolls, Goddess damn them. At least it all ended in a jovial note,

when they heard of possible mates who wouldn’t be excited. He exited the

chamber with a headache and a raging erection. Brook, he had to find her.

“Sir.”

He turned to Wick. “Is she well?”

“Very. She’s by the falls, naked in the sun.”

Wicks words painted such an image his cock hardened even further.

Being this hard all the time was getting on his nerves. He couldn’t think

without her smile pushing through his thoughts. “Do you care to join us?”

Wick nodded and began walking beside him. “Has she mention anything

about…being queen?”

“Nothing but she is shy with me. I do believe Brielle might be

effective.”

The female fairy might be able to bring Brook out of her shell and into

theirs. She did have a compassionate way with words. “We’ll stop by her

chamber before we try to persuade Brook into staying.”

“Sir, are you in love with her?”

Carrick became silent. What could he say? The future of their species

depended on procreation, and if Brook did not reproduce, he would not give

her up, even if it meant stepping down as king. Wick had been the closest thing

to a brother, and he deserved the truth. “Children or not, I love her and want

her to stay.”

Wick smiled, but it held such sadness. An expression Carrick had never

seen on his friend before. “Then I will talk to Brielle. You go see your queen.”

Carrick kept walking, down the hall, past his bedchamber and toward

the open doors. It was strange to see that look on his face; perhaps Brook

created that deprived feeling in all his men. Seeing their King happy while they

only had their hands must be difficult. He made a mental note, to rotate the

men for surface duty sooner than planned. The lack of women occupying their

lives was affecting his men. He spread his wings. Then he headed toward the

woman he wished to be his queen.

****

What would this place look like in winter? Would it be covered by

snow and the water frozen over? Brook couldn’t help but wonder. She wanted

to see it for herself. Would the sunflowers die out? Did this place even have a

winter? Her eyes closed, but she wasn’t asleep. She inhaled the fresh air and

enjoyed doing nothing but nothing. That was until she felt a bite on her breast,

right beside her hard nipple. She closed her fist, pulled away as her eyes

opened and hands grabbed her. A scream was on the verge of her lips.

“It’s me, sweet.”

“Carrick!” She hugged him, pulled away to slap him in the arm, the

idiot. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I walked…to sneak up and take a nibble. I can’t resist that body of

yours.”

“Is that so? Hmm, I like the sound of that.” She leaned back; his mouth

hovered over her parted lips. “Irresistible, Brook.”

She grinned as he swooped down for a ravenous kiss. His tongue and

lips dominated, and brought them on a journey to mimic their intense intimacy.

She was on her back with him quickly above her. Brook drowned out the

sound of that magnificent waterfall, and the thumping of her heart. She heard

only his breath, his heartbeat, his moan of pleasure.

His chest rasped against her nipples, the sensation was one of a kind

tickling her flesh like a hundred exploring fingers. She could spend forever

here. Her breath caught. Was that a decision? The thought popped straight

from her heart and settled in her brain like it had always been there. Stay here

as Carrick’s queen.

“I think…”

He didn’t let her finish but pushed her gently to her side and then over

onto her stomach. His hands cupped her breasts and tugged her nipples. Then

his hands moved to her back and those hard nubs pressed against the tickling

grass and solid ground.

His fingers were magnificent; they eased tense muscles as his knees

spread her legs. “I missed you,” he talked quietly and placed his lips against

her shoulder. Sweet, butterfly touches made the verdict that much easier.

“Same here, fairy man.” His tongue found her spine. Carrick’s teeth

nibbled and his lips teased as he followed it down to her lower back. His palms

lay flat against her ass cheeks and squeezed. She bit her lip, wiggled before

arching her hips so he had better access. His laughter brought a smile to her

face.

“Eager?”

“Eager for you? Always.” His fingers moved her panties over pressed

his palm securely over her clit as his mouth found its way toward her core. He

didn’t treat her pussy to an erotic taste but gave her lower lips a single, rather

innocent, kiss. Brook was ready to beg. She was beyond eager, it bordered on

manic.

“Carrick…” She groaned. He finally rewarded her with a single finger

urging her lower lips open and circling her hole. She was so wet, so ready and

every attempt she made to sink his finger inside was futile. He moved away,

shifted over or removed his touch completely. This was torture, and she

prepared to tell him so when that long finger pierced her core and slithered

deep inside.

She sighed. Now this was worth begging for. To feel his warmth inside

her, although, a little thicker would be perfect. “More Carrick…” She reached

under and grabbed her nipples. Pinched and twisted her hips upward. “Please.

Now. More.” She needed something inside her. He did not disappoint. His

cock pressed heavily against her ass cheek. Swirling around and hard enough

to penetrate her in one long, breathtaking thrust.

Then his head entered, it stretched her hole and his hands slipped

beneath her body to find her breasts. The moment his hands squeezed her

nipples, he began a slow, agonizing entry. Inch by inch, he maneuvered his

cock inside her body. Every heartbeat coincided with a nipple pull and then

another inch. She gasped, tried to push back so his head would reach her womb.

He would have nothing of it. He set the pace, and he ruled their mating like the

king he was.

His balls bounced off her flesh as he fully entered her body and speared

her as she moved to her elbows. His thrusts started leisurely but deep. Little

pulses drove her mad and sent her body into a fury of desire. She knew the

second he lost control. He groaned, grabbed her hips and pumped. She

squeezed him, milked for that thick white liquid that she longed to taste.

The orgasm was unexpected. Suddenly her pathway convulsed around

him, her body surged backward and his cock buried deep. Her head fell

forward, adrenaline and bliss swam through her system as his hold on her hips

tightened. In and out, pumping, invading her wet, wanton body with his dick

until he cried out her name. She plummeted forward, landed on the soft grass

with Carrick following. His cock still thrusting, his seed spilt from her.
What a
waste
.

They lay there for minutes, caught their breath, his cock slowly

softened but he didn’t want to let her go which was evident by the way his

arms wrapped around her. Inevitably, he pulled free and lay beside her. There

was silence for a few moments but no awkwardness. It was that profound

silence after amazing sex. He glanced at her with a smile. “What if I said yes?”

She looked away when she asked, gazed the waterfall as he interweaved their

fingers.

“This kingdom is not as safe as it once was. I love you Brook, but I fear

it’s too dangerous to mate with me.” Where was he going with this? Wasn’t

this what he’d wanted the whole time? “There’s this celebration we have.” He

kissed her palm. “If you decide to become queen, every fairy in my kingdom

will taste the honey of your body. They each dedicate their lives to your

protection. You are crowned, and I take you away to my chamber where we

unite and hopefully make some baby fairies.” He watched her reaction.

Well, she hated to admit she wasn’t getting younger, but kids? Right

now? Brook glanced at Carrick. His smile, the hope that gleamed in his eyes

made her look away. “Trolls won’t scare me away, fairy man. I just don’t

know about the baby thing.” What kind of mother could she possibly make?

She didn’t find bald, toothless babies cute, and the crying during sleeping

hours was a big turn off. His features fell. It looked like his heart had just burst

into a thousand, sad pieces.

“What if...and I’m just saying hypothetically…”

Whatever that meant, he listened closely.

“What if I do…become queen and we just hold off on the kid thing for

a few years.” Talk about being selfish. His species was dying out and Brook

wanted to wait a few years to repopulate, but it was her body after all. She’d

decide when she wanted to bring a new life into this world and no one would

ever press that issue.

“Brook. I would agree with whatever you want if you promised to be

my queen.”

Decisions were a bitch. She shifted, lay atop his body and rested her ear

against his chest. His heartbeat soothed her nerves like a good drug. She was

on Vicodin once for a pulled wisdom tooth and this was the same calming

effect only less side effects. She closed her eyes and just listened. Thump,

thump. This was her fairy man, he was hope, love, truth, promise and

everything else rolled into a damn fine package. Thump, thump. Thump,

thump.

The sound changed. Brook noticed the steady pace of his heart increase.

Every breath he took was faster and there was whispering. She opened her eyes

to darkness, inhaled the musky sent that was her fairy man. “Carrick?”

“Sorry, sweet.”

He motioned someone away. She saw the shadow shift, and it

disappeared into the sky. Well, being half-naked no longer fazed her the way it

did. “Is everything okay?” When had the sun set?

****

her. She looked so angelic sleeping and when he caught sight of those sweet

tits against his skin, she appeared downright wicked.

“Yes,” she blurted. Sat up and locked eyes. “Yes.” Those images of a

thriving fairy kingdom had completely swayed her thoughts.

Did she mean…? His mouth opened but no words would form.

“Carrick, I’ll be your queen, just no babies yet.” She smiled and

giggled when he surged into the sky with her wrapped in his arms. “We cannot

make a habit out of flying naked!” She yelled over the wind and laughter.

They landed in bed, the sheets always mussed, and he was beginning to

like it that way. “So you’ll really stay?”

She laughed heartily and nodded.

“I will make sure you’re happy, you have my word. Whatever you want

to do, to eat, to see, anything at all…is yours.”

Sounded too good to be true. “I have to go back up though.” He shifted,

stared at her. “Some things, um, photographs of my parents, I can’t leave

behind.”

“Of course.” How stupid of him. He was so excited the thought hadn’t

even crossed his mind. “I know your parents are no longer with the living…”

She had mentioned much about her life as they lay naked near the waterfall.

“…but do you have any other blood family on the surface?”

“Shit.” She sat up. “My cousin, Morrigan. She’s the closest thing to a

sister I’ve had, and well, I love her dearly. Do you think…maybe…we

could…you know…possibly…tell her.” She drew out the sentence long

enough for him to push her to her back and kiss down her neck. He stopped the

moment she finished.