Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel) (9 page)

BOOK: Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel)
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“I’d like to have it and then check on Jayn. Morning is too far away.” Wick stayed seated until the king nodded and left. The moment he was alone, he brought his hands to his face and took a deep breath. He stood. Which woman was his mate? He had to know. Wick was sick of being alone, and with two prospective mates, his cock was constantly hard. Even now, it hardened beneath his loincloth, and he shifted so it was less tented. He was about to leave when the door opened and Thame walked in. Following behind him were Keyn and Flance. It seemed this meeting would take place now. With a huff, he moved to the balcony door and directed his damp wings into the breeze.

The king entered along with the rest of the fairy warriors. He moved to the center of their colorful group. “While you were off saving Wick...”

“Hey,” he interjected, “Jayn saved my life and I still have the issue of this.” He grabbed his crotch. A few chuckles rang out and even the king lost some of his angry expression.

“Well, besides Wick’s dick, we have to decide on a course of action. While you were away, I had Mord do some surveillance.”

Mord stood. He brushed his hair behind his ears and cleared his throat. “The trolls have remained out of our territory. I made my way to the caves and it seems they’ve let their guard down. There was no one standing watch and there was a pile of swords just sitting there. One of the trolls did spot me. I am not as good a sneak as Whisper.” Mord addressed the brooding fairy that hid in the shadows. “I think they really want a truce.”

“They’ve played us for fools before,” Thame said. “It nearly cost the queen and my mate their lives.” He crossed his arms, which made his muscles bulge.

“I am simply telling you what I saw.” Mord returned to the edge of the couch.

“Thank you, Mord,” the king said. “The more I think on this, the more the word ‘war’ comes into play. We cannot afford a war. We are too few and all of you are like brothers to me. We have babies on the way...” He shook his head. “I think...I think we should try this talk.”

Thame grumbled something.

“I do think, however, we should be prepared for an ambush. If we plan using that strategy, we will be prepared for their attack, and if they are truly after peace, then the planning will have simply been a waste of time.”

Wick didn’t speak at first. It wasn’t his place to make the choice. “King of the fairies,” he said loudly, “I will follow you, come battle or peace.”

Carrick nodded toward him.

“As will I,” Keyn said from the doorway.

There were murmurs throughout the room and the king quieted them with a wave of his hand. “It’s set then. We hope for peace, but prepare for war.”

****

“It must have been traumatic,” Annalise said as she reached out and held Jayn’s hand.

“Well, not in the way you’re thinking.” Jayn stood. She wanted to put everything that happened in that cave on the proverbial table. They were in a bedroom at the palace. Her ankle was healed but her heart was still jumping all over the place.

“What do you mean?” Annalise looked at her with wide eyes. She was impossible to resist or lie to.

Jayn glanced out the open balcony doors and leaned against the frame. She was working on how to say all this when Annalise came before her. The woman that filled her heart smiled and Jayn couldn’t help smiling back. Despite the situation, her inner muscles twitched and she felt her nipples go hard. Annalise could do that to a fucking nun. “It was dark...” Jayn began trying to paint the picture of what happened. “We weren’t sure if we’d survive.”

Annalise stepped forward and kissed her cheek.

“I...I saw him bend over, and did you know they don’t wear anything beneath those loincloths?”

Annalise covered her grin. “You’re kidding me?”

“No! There was his package hanging there and he caught me peeking. Innocently, I might add and then...” Jayn took a deep breath. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I kissed him.”

Annalise’s eyes widened, her lips opened and she gasped. “You...you kissed Wick? I thought you didn’t like men.” She grinned. “He got to you, didn’t he?”

She was smiling, after Jayn had confessed to cheating? “You don’t look mad. Go ahead. Yell, rant, or take a swing.”

“I kissed him too and you never made a swing.”

“That was different. You were searching for him all your life and...” Jayn stopped blabbering. It was somewhat similar. The same man, fairy, swayed them both.

“So does that mean you’re no longer a lesbian?” Annalise asked with mischief in her eyes.

“Well, I’m not going to watch two men making out, if that’s what you mean. I love tits. I love pussy,” Jayn announced and the words felt right.

Annalise dropped her grin. She lifted her hands to the shoulders of her dress and slipped the straps down her arms. “Like these?” Her voice was husky and quiet.

Jayn took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Annalise’s hair was wispy with the wind, and her skin seemed to glow with the setting sun. She wore a black bra and matching panties. Her hips flared outward and her legs were crossed at the knee. “Do you?” she asked and her expression turned serious.

“With all my heart.”

“Apparently not all. You did kiss Wick,” Annalise teased.

Jayn let out a groan and quickly gathered her girlfriend into her arms. She was feather-light and Jayn carried her to the big bed in the center of the room. Her skin was warm with the occasional freckle to feast upon. She laid Annalise down and crawled over her, straddling her torso. Jayn lowered the cups of Annalise’s bra, baring those petite, but gorgeous breasts. They just about filled her palm as she massaged them. Annalise’s nipples were already hard and she arched her back when Jayn pinched the tips. “Lovely,” she muttered before standing. Jayn pulled her own shirt off. “Keep your legs spread.” She watched Annalise’s legs fall open. The crotch of her panties was wet and becoming sheer. Jayn shoved her jeans down her long legs and tugged at her bra. She hooked her thumbs in her panties and tossed everything on the ground. Jayn reached between her legs, rubbing that sweet spot to the left of her clit.

“Jayn,” Annalise moaned. It was the sweetest sound in the world.

“Take them off,” Jayn ordered, waiting patiently. When Annalise laid back down void of clothes, it was Jayn’s turn to groan. The woman had a pussy to die for. It was shaved bare and glistening from her juices. Jayn crawled onto the bed. This time she straddled Annalise’s head and shifted so she was leaning between those open thighs. Annalise didn’t wait. She pushed Jayn’s hips down and began to feast on her wet folds. Jayn held her breath. Pleasure swarmed her senses as Annalise’s tongue probed. Her pussy began to throb. Jayn massaged her own tits before parting Annalise’s legs farther.

As a skilled mouth devoured her pussy, Jayn used the flat of her hand to tap Annalise’s wet cunt. Short, weak slaps were followed by a quick clit rub. It wasn’t long before Annalise began to suckle on Jayn’s clit. The pleasure grew, the pressure increased, and suddenly Annalise’s finger was spearing deep inside Jayn. The orgasm was intense. Jayn could hardly breathe as the peak seemed to stretch on forever.

When she finally came down from the high she pulled her wet pussy from Annalise’s reach. Her palm found Annalise’s pussy with two short slaps. The skin turned a dark pink. Jayn shifted so she lay between Annalise’s legs. Jayn’s mouth instantly found her clit, suckling the little bud as the sweet flavor flowed onto her taste buds. Annalise squirmed as Jayn made a messy design on her wet folds. “I love the way you taste,” she murmured against her skin. Jayn parted Annalise’s folds to reveal the tiny virgin hole. She moved a finger inside, deep, as her tongue played with her clit.

After nearly thirty seconds Annalise was begging. Her hips were a jumble of movements and she began crying out for release. Jayn kept playing. Just before Annalise could come, she moved away and shoved her tongue in that small hole. A breeze cooled her own hot pussy and Jayn glanced over at the balcony doors. She was shocked at the image. There stood Wick, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide, and a definite bulge beneath his loincloth. Jayn locked eyes with him as she continued to suck on Annalise’s pussy.

This extra pair of eyes seemed to increase Jayn’s pleasure. She wiggled her ass a little more. She reached up to pinch a hard nipple. Could she actually like performing before Wick? There was something different about him. She was so preoccupied with thought that she forgot to stop her mouth from pleasing. Annalise cried out, and her body shivered as the release came. A gush of liquid filled Jayn’s tongue and she savored every drop. When her body stilled, Jayn stood and glanced at Wick.

Annalise’s eyes were drowsy but they opened. She watched silently as Wick approached.

Jayn turned from Annalise to him. He moved closer but not to Annalise. Wick moved toward her. He placed a hand on her bare hip before plundering her mouth with his tongue. The kiss was a claiming, an animalistic passion that swept them both toward breathless. Jayn pulled away. She moved onto the bed beside Annalise and reached between the other woman’s legs. Annalise nodded, spreading her legs wide. “Are you sure?” There was no going back.

Annalise touched her cheek. “Are
you
sure?”

Jayn opened Annalise’s folds, exposing her hole to Wick. He moved slowly, pulling off his loincloth to grab his cock and stroke. He didn’t speak. Maybe he thought it would pull them all out of this lust-induced state. Jayn stroked Annalise’s clit while Wick came closer and placed his red-tipped cock at her entrance. Jayn leaned nearer. The sight amazed her. His cock was long and thick. The skin was taut and the hole at the top had the slightest drop of pre-cum. His cock penetrated Annalise, just the tip, and Jayn kept circling Annalise’s clit. Her other hand shifted between her own legs to shove two fingers inside. The lust in the air was magical and heavy enough to cut with a chain saw.

Wick closed his eyes. Jayn watched as he pushed an inch into the virgin Annalise. She gasped and he stopped. Jayn kept playing with her clit. She wanted this to be the very best possible deflowering for the woman she loved. Wick waited nearly twenty seconds before pushing inside another inch. Annalise stiffened and gripped the sheets beneath them with her fists.

“It’s okay, love,” Jayn spoke quietly but loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Relax. Let him in.” She leaned over to suckle on Annalise’s nipple, sucking the hard peak into her mouth as Wick moved again. This time Annalise’s hips jumped. Jayn returned to the scene unfolding. Wick had pulled free. A few drops of blood dotted his cock. For the first time in her entire life, Jayn reached out and caressed his hard dick. She’d never been so bold with her first and only boyfriend. Right now, she wanted to help both Wick and Annalise have the most amazing time in bed. It seemed to be the only goal on her mind.

She gently held his balls, weighing them before gripping his shaft. One hand rubbed Annalise’s pussy while the other played with Wick’s cock. She aimed the appendage and held Annalise’s pussy lips open while Wick entered her. This time he jerked forward quickly and three inches disappeared. Annalise cried out, but it wasn’t in pain. This was husky with a moan at the end. Jayn shifted so she could straddle Annalise. Her wet pussy was against Annalise’s stomach. The friction was nearly killing her resolve. Jayn began to move her hips, humping Annalise’s stomach as Wick pushed further into Annalise’s channel. Each movement was coordinated, and after a few tentative thrusts, Wick slammed home.

Annalise came off the bed in an insane orgasm. The woman screamed and clutched Jayn’s hips. Jayn couldn’t stop the movement. She rubbed her excited pussy along Annalise’s stomach. Wick pulled free of Annalise and he grabbed her hips. She didn’t have time to react as he lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Jayn glanced at Annalise who was smiling like a fool then looked back at Wick.

“I want you too.” He practically growled the words. His cock was against her pussy lips, rubbing along her wet folds.

“Why?” she asked, breathlessly. “Annalise is your mate.” Jayn had finally come to terms with that fact.

“No, you are both my mates,” he said the words before reaching between her legs. His fingers slid inside her, his mouth came down her nipple and the suck was so intense she cried out. Jayn could hardly control her breathing as Annalise took pleasure on her other nipple. The feelings were too extreme. The pressure was too immense and Jayn cried out as an orgasm tore through her body.

Her heart beat rapidly, and her lungs were panting as the release faded. Annalise was kissing her neck and their lips collided as Wick’s cock penetrated. He didn’t take his time as he did with Annalise. No, with Jayn he thrust to the hilt in one smooth overwhelming motion. Jayn’s inner muscles clamped down. Her back arched, her head tilted back. Annalise began to torture her nipples, pinching, licking and nipping. Wick pulled out and plunged in again. He filled her completely, spreading her legs wide he began a rhythm, fast and furious. Their bodies were slippery with sweat. The room reeked of sex and sounded with a chorus of moans. Jayn glanced over to see Wick fingering Annalise. The three of them were in various stages of groaning. Gratification was building to an all time high and just before Jayn blew, Wick did.

He growled long and hard. She felt his cock slam into her core and then she came. Her legs shook, her lungs refused to take in air, and her eyes closed as sensations blew her mind. Jayn was still gasping for breath when Wick pulled out of her. He shifted between her and Annalise. His cock slowly deflated. Annalise still had that grin on her face. Her eyelids lowered as she leaned on Wick’s chest.

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