Fairy Prey (9 page)

Whisper’s palm slapped
against her inner thigh.

It was a hard slap, and
she sat up quickly, shocked.

“Down,” he said. His
dark eyes were slits as he watched her, his head lowered like a predator.
Morrigan cursed her hormones and then lay back down.

Whisper caressed the
stinging skin of her thigh, his thumb starting circles on her clit. The
pressure was building again, her hips gyrating, and her eyes closed as she was
so close to climax.

Another slap to her
other inner thigh.

Her eyes popped open,
and she gasped but remained supine.

Whisper smiled, fangs
and all. “Good girl.” He rewarded her by working his palm over her clit.

Morrigan’s toes curled,
her breathing was all over the place, and she grabbed her own breasts to pinch
the hard nipples. So close, so damn close to that all-consuming pleasure spike.

“Legs wider.” Whisper
kept rubbing her so she obeyed. Morrigan spread her legs as far as she could,
watching as he grabbed his cock and stroked a few times. The heavy dick bobbed
with each movement. When he finished teasing his appendage, he opened his palm
and slapped her right between the legs.

The sting was instant.
Her core creamed. She groaned aloud, squeezing her nipples harder.

“Open.” His voice was
guttural.

Morrigan hadn’t realized
she closed her legs. She opened them wider and received another slap against
her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched. What was he doing to her? She was so
hot, feverish, and unable to hold still.

“Over.”

She instantly complied.
Shame was consumed by passion as she shifted to all fours. She lifted her ass
and was delighted when he gave her ass cheek a good slap. Whisper reached
beneath her, grabbing her small breasts and finding the nipples. He twisted and
pinched until she cried out. Her climax was gaining ground. Morrigan’s clit
throbbed deliciously. She felt Whisper’s head at her entrance, the tip entering
and forcing muscles to part. He was so damn big and made her feel so full it
was incredible. Whisper thrust deep. Her body jerked. His hand slapped against
her ass cheek as his cock created wonderful friction inside her core. Morrigan
couldn’t control the little moaning sound coming from her lips as he began to
move. In and out. Full and empty. The sensations were rocking her world.

He pulled free and she
nearly cried from the loss. She needed more. He was like a drug. Morrigan
needed him. “Please. Whisper.” Her voice was breathy.

“Over.” She hurried to
abide, rushing to her back and spreading her legs as far as they would go. His
open palm slapped against her pussy, the sting running up and down her
receptive skin. Whisper shoved deep, and Morrigan arched her back. She wanted
to explode from the sheer satisfaction. He pulled free and grabbed a nipple,
pinching the bud harshly before shoving his cock back inside her. “Hands above
your head.”

She quickly did so.

“Knees to your chest.”

It was awkward but she
moved her knees to her chest. His cock entered, one deep thrust, and Morrigan
came, screaming her lungs out. The feeling was so rapturous and invigorating.
Whisper’s cock kept pulsing inside her, a hard, deep rhythm that set her blood
on fire. The orgasm was building again. He shifted free of her cunt and crawled
up her body. She moaned long and loud when he straddled her torso.

What a sight. She could
see dick and tanned skin and Whisper’s dark eyes. He pushed her breasts so they
enclosed his dick like a loving hand. Whisper thrust his big cock between her
breasts, using her nipples to keep them in place. The passion gave way to
pulses of pain, and she came. Hard.

Her body shuddered,
fingers curled, and her eyes closed. Whisper let go of her sore nipples,
shifting so that his cock was at her lips. He looked dominating as he leaned
over her head. His wings might be wet, but they were still impressive. All he
had to do was lay on her, and he would probably crush her skull. It was a scary
thought replaced by lust as his cock head probed her lips.

“Suck.”

Morrigan opened her
mouth, taking the dick in and enjoying the salty taste. He began to fuck her
mouth, short shallow thrusts, and then he went deeper. Morrigan gagged slightly
as his cock slid down her throat. Whisper reached back and slapped between her
parted legs. She cried out.

“Deeper.”

Whisper forced his cock
further down her throat, and Morrigan fought the gagging sensation with all her
strength. He growled out above her as his entire length entered. Morrigan
gasped for breath when he pulled his cock free. He moved higher so his balls
were hanging directly above her mouth. She took the hint, suckling his sack.
Whisper held her hands above her head as she sucked on his balls, savoring,
wallowing, and coming down from the high of such intense orgasms. He began
breathing heavily. His hips worked back and forth above her. She thought for sure
he was going to cum but instead moved away from her. He crawled back down her
body so he was between her legs and in one smooth thrust, he filled her
completely.

Morrigan came yet again.
Her body hummed from the onslaught.

Whisper worked his cock
in and out of her body. His dick was drenched in her juices. He hissed. His
fangs showed as his head fell back. Sweat began to bead his chest. His heavy
breathing echoed as he fucked her. Whisper then hugged her close, pulling her
off the ground. Morrigan wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around
his neck. Her back hit the rock wall, and he pushed so deep she screamed.
Whisper’s fangs sank into her right breast. They pierced skin and drops of
blood slid down like tears. She felt lightheaded as another orgasm suddenly
shattered her thoughts. Her lips parted, and she moaned wildly as Whisper
fucked her. His body stiffened in her arms, and he grabbed hold of her hips as
he thrust furiously. Whisper came, his body slippery with sweat, and he watched
her face.

Morrigan was in a drowsy
state as he yanked his cock from her body. She instantly felt empty and chilled
to the bone. Whisper lay down beside her, gathering her into his arms, and she
could honesty say she’d never been more comfortable.

There was a hiss below
them and a wailing cry that echoed. It made Morrigan groan in dismay.
Apparently, the kelpie’s mate was here. Talk about bad timing. She wanted
nothing more than to suckle on Whisper’s soft cock and bring it back to life.

Whisper untangled from
her and quickly slipped on his leg armor.

She sighed, loving the
sight of him naked. What would it be like to live in a house with him? Naked
for breakfast, naked for lunch, naked for dinner, naked for showers, and laying
on the couch naked. Damn, she’d be getting laid at least three times a day, and
the prospect made her smile. She didn’t even mind the ordering around he did
while they had sex. Morrigan rather liked his dominant side, but she wouldn’t
tell him that yet.

Whisper pulled his sword
free, gave her a grin with fangs, and then hopped down the hole. Morrigan
rushed to the edge, pulling on clothes as she went. She just buttoned up her
jeans and looked down. She didn’t even get to see this fight. The thing was
already sinking lifeless into the water, and Whisper was grinning up at her.
Damn, that man made her chest ache. Morrigan grabbed his chest plate and hopped
down the hole. He caught her, dragging her body down his, and making her legs
feel like liquid. It was such a shame they had a long swim ahead of them, and
they were in this damn cave. Morrigan wanted nothing more than to spend the day
with him. Did she mention naked? She handed him his shirt and sat on the edge
of the pool.

“You will have to guide
me up.” His words were muffled by the armor he placed over his head.

“What?”

“I do not know that
technique, swimming.”

“You don’t know how to
swim!” He’d rushed into the sea to save her and didn’t have a clue how to swim.

He showed her his
half-dried black wings. “We fly over oceans, not through them.”

“Right.” She hopped into
the water, happy that it was not freezing, but warmish against her skin.

Whisper plopped in
beside her, his wings shivering as the water engulfed them. He took a deep
breath and went under. Morrigan was quick to do the same. They fumbled through
the darkness but quickly found an opening, and once through, she grabbed his
arm and tugged him with her. She kicked hard with her feet but found Whisper
floating instead of weighing her down. He looked like he didn’t have a care in
the world as they held their breath and made their way toward the surface.
Whisper was right. They weren’t far under. The damn things must have been
trying to drown them. Her head broke the surface, and she heard Whisper’s gasp
beside her. She fumbled to get her wet hair out of her face and stared around.
It was morning. The sun was just cresting over the horizon and giving the water
a sparkling ripple with each gentle wave.

Morrigan took a moment
to look around, found the shore, and began swimming toward it. Once again,
Whisper went still, simply floating along wherever she pulled. He was making
this a hell of a lot easier. Using most of her strength, she made it to the
sandy shore. Whisper was taller and touched the bottom before she did. He was
standing, trudging through the water with his black wings shuddering at every
lap. This time he carried her as he walked the rest of the way to the shore.
When they were completely free of the sea, he dropped to his knees, placed her
on the sand, and came over her. His heavy body felt perfect, and he placed his
forehead over hers. His chest was heaving against her, and the friction was
causing her nipples to tingle and harden.

“I want you again.” He
spoke with his lips moving over her neck. His fangs rubbed along the delicate
skin of her neck.

Morrigan rubbed against
his body like a cat in heat. Despite being soaked and sore from the ordeal, she
pushed him up so he straddled her chest. Leaning upward she tugged his armor
down so his thick, hard cock bobbed free of the constraints. Though his balls
were hidden, his shaft was erect, ready. Morrigan wrapped her lips around his
head, intent on sucking him to madness. There was something about cock in her
mouth and pre-cum along her taste buds that sent her crazy. She loved it, and
with Whisper, she loved it more. This gave her the power, and she relished that
feeling with such a strong, dominant fairy. Her tongue ran along the side of
his shaft. She grabbed his knife piercing with her teeth, tugging while her
palm rubbed against the head of his penis.

Whisper groaned.

Damn, what a sound! She
let go of the jewelry and returned to the head of his cock. He shoved a hand in
her hair and guided her mouth to his erection. She savored the flavor, taking
as much as she could in. He moved her head back and forth, shallow movements
that mimicked sex. She couldn’t wait to get naked with him again. What did that
say about her willpower? She’d spent all her life being stronger than most men,
but here, she was a submissive. Talk about a curve in the path of life.
Morrigan felt the head of his cock slip deeper down her throat. His hand moved
down her shirt, and he pinched her nipple between his big fingers.

There was a quick snap
and a loud smash. Morrigan let the cock fall from her mouth just as Whisper
jerked forward. He fell, nearly on her, his face and cock now buried in the
sand. She pushed him off her, unaware of what hit him, but she sure as hell was
going to protect him. The foul smell of trolls made her wrinkle her nose, and then
the knife at her throat stilled her.

“Pretty.” The troll
spoke slowly.

Morrigan frowned,
glancing at Whisper who was still out cold. Well, that blowjob could have gone
better.

Chapter Seven

Whisper growled. Before
he opened his eyes, he let out a fierce angry roar.

The sound made Morrigan
shiver and shift farther from him. They were both on a dirt floor with chains
around their necks and wrists. It irritated her skin something fierce as she
sat there and waited for Whisper to wake.

He opened his eyes to
slits, hopping up so he was on all fours with his head lowered. His wings
spread wide, and the chains around them rattled. He bared his fangs and lunged
forward, which only made the collar around his neck tighter. First he glared at
the two trolls that guarded them and growled viscously then glanced to his
right where she sat. The way he looked at her was frightening enough for her to
freeze like prey in the sight of a big predator.

His fingers uncurled,
his back stopped arching, and finally he closed his mouth to hide his fangs.
“Trolls?”

Morrigan nodded.

He sat on his ass. “Not
since I was ten did someone get the drop on me.”

“How old are you?”

“One hundred and
ninety-five,” he said with a lifted brow.

“Oh...but you admit I do
give good head.” She tried to ease the guilt on her shoulders. If she had been
able to keep her hands, or rather her mouth, to herself, they wouldn’t be in
this mess.