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Power and sunlight flooded through her as her head whirled and her body zoomed on a rush of pure sexual energy. Her heart pounded as if she'd just completed a training exercise against multiple attackers. Sweat slicked her skin and the thick heavy scent from her pussy wafted in the air.

A long low moan erupted from her mouth.

Barbas crawled up her body, dropping kisses along the way. The subtle caress of his tongue on her hipbone. The drag of heat against her abdomen. The hard suction of his mouth against her belly button. The nip of his teeth along her ribcage. The sip and suckle of his hot mouth as finally, finally he sucked on her nipples. Each sensuous tug created an answering contraction low in her belly.

As replete as she was, Aine wanted more. She wanted to pleasure him the same way he'd pleasured her. She began to understand why minstrels wrote songs and poets wrote odes to their lovers.

She pulled him the rest of the way up her body and attacked his mouth. The salty taste of her own body was on his tongue. "Oh." She broke away. "Do you taste similarly?"

Barbas barked a laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Actually, yes." She bucked her hips. "Roll over."

"You're getting feisty again." He nuzzled the sensitive skin behind her ear.

"Let me have you."

Barbas played a delicate game of balance. He wanted her to beg. He needed her to trust him. And Gods damn it, but he wanted his cock in her mouth. She was yet too sore to take him again today. Yesterday's penetration had likely hurt her.

"Are you sore?" he asked, hoping that he was wrong.

She blushed shyly. "I could feel the effects of our sex play with each step."

"You dirty minx," Barbas teased. "You liked it."

"I liked remembering." She paused. "Most of it."

"So you want my cock?"

Her breath caught at his crude words, then sawed in and out of her chest as a flush pinkened the tops of her breasts. "You want to give it to me." She smiled, an ancient smile of sexual temptation for someone with so little experience.

Gods, yes. But she didn't need to be told. "I'll allow it."

"Allow?" she snickered. "I may be inexperienced but I am not stupid."

"Fine." Barbas commanded, "Service me."

For a moment, she looked indecisive. She bit her lip and skimmed her gaze down to his monstrous erection. The thick staff prodded her thigh. Then she swallowed nervously. They rolled until he propped up against the tree, in almost the same position as yesterday when he'd fisted himself and watched her play with her nipples. His cock pointed straight up at the sky. The sun burned down over their bodies. She pressed her palms down the length of his stomach until she reached the girth of his prick.

She straddled one leg and bent down to lick the head. Delicately. Her hand clasped around him was smooth and soft. Too soft.

"Do you practice with a blade?"

"What?" She flushed.

"A blade, sword?"

"Perhaps."

"Grip my cock as if it was the hilt."

"Oh," her eyes widened and her grip tightened. Barbas groaned at the exquisite pressure. The sensation was amazing. She pumped her hand up and down over his erection. With each cautious move his cock got harder.

"Put me in your mouth." His words were guttural as he watched her take him in between her deep red lips. Barbas threaded his fingers through the curly strands of her hair and tugged gently until the waves tumbled down over his crotch and abdomen. Her breasts brushed his hairy thighs. He pressed his knee up into her hot, wet heat. No reason she couldn't get off while she sucked him.

Her mouth was like a deep wet cavern. She sucked him shallowly, taking only the head of his cock into her mouth while her hand continued to work the shaft.

"Take more," he demanded.

She blinked up at him her brown eyes dazed.

"I want to fuck your mouth."

She swallowed convulsively and the sensation damn near had him coming. "Swallow again. Take more of me."

She moaned in denial. But Barbas gripped her head tightly and refused to let her back away. "No. You want this. You want me to fuck your mouth. You want to drink my essence and swallow it down, just like you swallowed that ale."

With each word, she panted harder. Her breasts heaved and sweat shimmered on her skin. But she stopped trying to back away. Instead she eased more of him into her mouth and swallowed again. Then she began to move.

Her head bobbed up and down over his erection. Each time she sucked more of him into her mouth, she moaned. The vibration thrummed through him and into his balls. His vision dimmed as she scraped her teeth gently along the length of him. And every time she took more he rewarded her by pressing gently on her sex with his knee. He knew the move was working. Her juice coated his knee and leg. She was as gone on the sensations as he was. Pride and fierce triumph roared through him.

"I'm going to jet my cum down your throat now." He groaned and pumped his hips. They moved together as if they'd been lovers for an eternity. The tip of his cock bumped the back of her throat. Deep. And she squeezed the base so hard he saw stars. Suddenly he couldn't hold off any longer.

Her sleek legs gripped his knee as she rocked against him and moaned again and again. The subtle vibration sent electricity through his body. His balls tightened. His release started in the base of his spine and roared through his body. With a final thrust, he held her head and jetted his cum into her mouth. He jammed his knee against her sex. He groaned long and loud as he pumped cum into her throat and felt the answering throb of her sex against his knee. Every muscle was taut with ecstasy. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed as if she could wring every last drop of his cum from his body.

This was the time he was most vulnerable but he couldn't even bring himself to care. She was an assassin. If she wanted to kill him, now would be the moment. But thank the Gods he'd die satisfied.

EIGHT

The experience had lacked finesse but was still erotic as hell.

They lay against the tree trunk, completely spent. Her breasts spilled from her tunic and swayed unbound in the chill air. Her breeches were in discarded pile next to the tree roots, her bare ass round and caramel just begged for his attention.

Slick juice coated her thighs. Her mouth was shiny from his cum and her lips red from the roughness of his thrusts. His cock lay against his thigh, already beginning to fill again as he took in the bounty of her body.

"Gods damn, you're beautiful." Everything about her screamed sex. Satisfaction. Erotic satiety.

Aine lay against his muscled chest. Her body was replete. Sore. Satisfied.

With each new encounter she understood more and more of the Fae obsession with the physical. She stretched, her muscles a bit stiff. The move shifted her face into the curve of his neck. She ran her nose up the strong column of his neck and licked the spot behind his ear. With a sharp nip, she bit his ear lobe. Each movement caused his muscles to tighten and she watched in fascination as his cock began to harden.

She skimmed her hand across his abdomen and up to to the flat disks of his nipples. She thought about how much she loved it when he sucked on her tits and scraped her fingernails against him.

His indrawn breath told her that he liked it.

"You're a quick learner." He curled his fingers around her palm and lifted her hand to his lips. He placed a gentle caress in the palm of her hand and then ran his tongue along her wrist. A most vulnerable spot.

He sucked the delicate skin of her wrist into his mouth. He sucked so hard he left a mark. A lover's mark.

Sticky juice coated her thighs. Her sex still throbbed from the attention of first his tongue, then his knee. She was sore inside from yesterday but as she stared at that lover's mark only one thought dominated her mind.

"Love me," she commanded. "Again."

"You're too sore."

But she knew his resolve had weakened when his gaze remained glued to her thatch of curls and his cock continued to grow against her thigh. "I don't care."

"You will tomorrow."

"Do it." She curled her free palm around his erection. Amazingly he was already hard again. "I am wet for you. I want your cock inside me."

He swallowed and slid his hand down to cup her sex. With a gentle touch he curled his middle finger into her channel and inhaled sharply. "You are wet." He smiled. "You wicked girl."

Goddess, would he give in?

She wanted him so badly. But she refused to beg. So she commanded. "Do it."

"You on top. That way if it is too much you can stop." He was looking out for her. For her pleasure. A strange sort of happiness bled through her veins at the concern he displayed with every action. She knew he meant it. The veracity of his intentions was clear every time he touched her.

He rolled her on top of his body. His cock brushed the sensitive folds of her sex and she inhaled quickly.

"Hurt?"

"No," she said with resolve. "I want this."

His cock was huge. She'd taken him into her mouth. Surely he would fit in her body. But she tensed remembering how much it hurt yesterday.

He rubbed the head back and forth, each rock of his body teased her clit. She loosened, even as her pulse quickened. He lifted his head and gently sucked one nipple into his mouth. Each suckle tugged and triggered an answering pulse that echoed deep inside her body. With a quick thrust, he pierced her in one smooth lunge.

She waited for the pain. But nothing hurt. Full. She was full almost to bursting. And yet his cock fit as if she gloved him with her sex.

"You okay?" he whispered against her breast.

"Yes," she gasped.

"More?"

"Goddess, yes."

And slowly, he lifted her up, his cock slid along her walls, the base pressed against her clit, and with each easy glide his bulbous head rubbed against some secret place inside. Stars drifted gently in her field of vision. Her body tingled and her sex throbbed. With each erotic invasion, he pulled more sensation from her. She was exhilarated. She was dizzy. She wanted the slow slick glide to go on forever and yet a subtle tension built in her body. Her nipples tightened. The rough hair of his thighs abraded the inside of hers. The thick invasion of his cock tormented her and she forgot all about being sore.

Sensation layered over sensation until all crescendoed and rolled over her in a swelling climax. Her heart filled and burst with an indescribable joy. He'd given her a gift here. The gift to be herself and still be wanted. The gift of his touch, both sweet and erotic.

Aine lay against his chest, quiescent as their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled.

She marveled at the amazing, beautiful happiness that settled over her.

"Tell me your name," he requested softly. If he'd demanded, battled, she would have denied him. In the Fae world, names had power. To give the gift of her real name would be monumental.

But he didn't push. Instead, he carefully rearranged her clothing until her breeches were restored and the tunic was mostly buttoned and revealed only the slight swell of her cleavage. Aine retied the laces on his breeches but she left his top off delighting in the hard curves of his chest. Perhaps she was addled by the sex, but she could see no threat from him. And so she told him. "Aine."

"You're beautiful, Aine." His bicep bunched against her breast as he brushed a wispy curl away from her cheekbone. His fathomless blue eyes were shadowed but his words were impassioned. In a husky voice, he said, "Take me home and let's do this for an eternity."

Her heart leapt. For she was tempted. But in that way lay disaster. If her father ever found out that she'd expressly ignored his decree, there would be hell to pay. For both him
and
her. "I cannot." As the sun dipped lower in the sky, she knew she needed to get back. The Beltane festivities would begin precisely at sundown.

"Damn." He pressed a sweet kiss against her forehead. "Then meet me here again tomorrow."

Her heart thudded in double time. She was thinking about it. Seriously. Which was crazy. They could never be anything but secret lovers.

There was a shimmer of warning but no time to react. And suddenly Aine knew she was in deep trouble. Thank the Goddess, she was dressed.

"What are you doing?" her father roared.

NINE

The figure in the clearing was shielded by a large cloak. A hood covered his head and his hands and arms were swallowed by the large bell sleeves.

Could Barbas be this lucky? Could this be the Fae that he had been searching for?

Barbas knew immediately that this was a major break in his investigation and he couldn't squander the opportunity, but all of that anticipation fizzled when the goons, her bodyguards from yesterday, with the Fae headed toward them. In an acrobatic move, he bounded up from the ground and shifted so that Aine stood behind him. The tree trunk was at her back so she was protected from whatever was going to go down. He made sure the glamour block that shielded his Demon side was impenetrable. If he slipped, his investigation would be over and he would be dead. And if he were dead, he couldn't protect Aine.

"Stay behind me," he whispered fiercely.

"Surely you jest." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "You are the one in peril."

The Fae and his guards advanced on their position. The hood fell back and revealed the Fae's face. He was a Fae of exquisite beauty and now Barbas knew why he kept the hood up. Even Barbas, who had no interest in his own sex, felt the immense pull of attraction toward the man.

"Explain yourself," the Fae male roared again, and his rage obliterated his beauty. His pale white face had beet red splotches, spittle flew from the corner of his mouth, and a flowing mane of black hair tumbled in disarray around his face. Barbas had a feeling that he wasn't often so enraged. The Fae tended toward more carefree attitudes regarding almost everything.

"Father." Aine zipped around Barbas and curtsied low, her limbs loose and flowing. Barbas wouldn't have any idea that her heart pounded with trepidation if he hadn't been able to hear it. "What are you doing here?"

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