The Ravaged Fairy (8 page)

“Fuck me, there’s more than one?”

“Yes...and trolls.” Brook mentioned
barely above a whisper.

Morrigan sat back on that bench and
rubbed her temple with her free hand. Maybe she’d never made it to meet Brook. Maybe
there was some kind of car crash and this was the result of trauma to the head.
Carrick’s wings fluttered. Lots of trauma. There was another whoosh and
Morrigan nearly had a heart attack as another winged man came from the darkened
forest. Dear God, it just kept getting worse. This one had green hair and
spring-colored wings.

The ‘King’ looked pissed. “What?”

“I just received word there’s troll
activity on the Aran Islands. Several groups are gathering and boating to Inis
Mór .”

“Now? Why would they go there?” Carrick
asked then his face lit up. “Thame, it has to be Thame!”

Morrigan watched the interaction with
stunned fascination.

“We have to go” He placed a hand on
Brook’s waist.

“Hello! I can’t just leave her after
dropping the fairies-are-real bomb.” Brook pulled away. “I’ll stay here with
her and you pick me up, us up when you’ve found our man.” She lifted her chin
in a show of dominance.

Carrick frowned and turned to her cousin.
“You keep her safe; do not leave her alone for a moment.”

Morrigan lifted the gun. “You may be King,”
she said the last two words with dripping sarcasm, “but if you order me around
again, I’ll shoot your nuts off.”

Carrick glanced down at the items in
question then to Brook. “What is with your family and threatening my manhood?”

She watched Brook shrug her shoulders and
the green one pushed off the ground to fly into the air. It wasn’t like a bird
or plane but like a giant human butterfly. It was elegant as they fluttered
from view. Morrigan glanced at Brook then patted the empty seat beside her.
“Tell me the story again, from the beginning.”

****

Breena woke up with a smile. It lingered
through her morning shower and she tried her damndest to hide it from Gran as
they began breakfast. The sun rose outside the windows but her mind was on that
kiss. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, about
it
, The entire scene
kept replaying in her head.

“Iníon.”

She looked quickly toward Gran’s
outstretched hand and gave her the wet dough she was kneading. Another wad of
dough plopped onto the wooden board and she used the rolling pin to start
smoothing it out. Cookies were a treat at the market that Gran ran; when the ingredients
were cheap enough they sold them to make extra income. The process was too
tedious to enjoy the end result.

“I need you to bring that first batch to
the market then I need to go down to the ferry and book a spot on the next one.”

Her head jerked out of the reverie at the
words.

“Thame isn’t staying for much longer. He
has a life he had to get back to, his own troubles, Breena. You shouldn’t be
getting so attached.”

He was leaving. She knew the time would
come but facing the reality head on spiraled her good mood.

“The car’s not working again so ask Mr.
Creegan to give it a look next chance he gets. Are you listening to me?”

Breena nodded, washed off her hands as
quickly as she could, grabbed the basket of cookies and ran from the house. She
hadn’t bothered to don her coat, just took off as fast as her feet would carry
her. Thame would leave and she had to wrap her head around that fact. He said
he would see her again but how often had men broken such promises. It just made
her chest ache to think it and instead of dwelling on feelings, she focused on
the tasks at hand, a one-mile trek to Gran’s Market.

****

It was a long struggle to get there, but
Thame sighed when he finally made his way into the bathroom. He shoved the door
closed and leaned back against its frame then winced. The bathroom was as small
as he remembered. It took one wobbled step on his good ankle until he was at
the toilet. With the cover down, he sighed and sat upon it.

Everything in here was mismatched, just
like Breena’s room. The rug under his bare feet was beige, the pedestal sink
yellow but slightly rusted at the base. The tub was bluish gray, the color of
the sky before the storm. A storm Breena created within him.

Thame reached over and twisted the silver
knobs shaped like mating stars. It took only a moment for him to figure out the
contraption and soon a cascade of hot water filled his vision. The steam
emanated in smoky swirls. He watched them briefly, thinking of Breena’s black
hair when it was wet, the ends curled just like the untamed smoke. There would
be no denying his wish for her presence. The view of water dripping down her
sensual flesh would haunt him for the rest of his life. If only she had ripped
her clothes to shreds when she fell in that puddle so he could see all of her
glorious form. He had never found women to be so beautiful they could tempt a
man to forget his king, but she managed to do so and the guilt was beginning to
twist his heart.

He felt the sting of the zipper upon his
growing shaft and growled. These pants were a menace to males. In one swift motion,
he loosened the zipper and his erection sprang out. Thame’s cock wasn’t
completely firm, but it curved like a sunflower searching for the brightest
rays. Of course, the object of pure light was out buying him a ticket home. He
shifted and wiggled the rest of the blasted material down his legs until they
pooled at his feet. His balls were drawn tight to his body excited about the
promise of release and he would do something about this state that plagued him
every moment of the day.

Using his arms for support, he shifted
his bare bottom to the edge of the tub. The cold porcelain was such a contrast
to his burning skin he shivered. He swung his legs around so his feet rested in
the tub and his mangled back toward the door.

Of course, they wouldn’t see a healing
back any longer, now it would be the slow growth of his beloved wings. To fairies,
wings were as important as his dick, they were a reason for living, a joy and a
curse.

His legs were quickly soaked and he
filled his cupped hands with the hot liquid to splash over his face. The heat
only added to the fire brewing in his body. He cupped his hands once more. This
handful of water poured over his cock. It washed along his broad head and down
his girth. After days without touching, the simple pleasure made him groan.

He used his right hand to grip his balls,
squeezed and released. Then his palm swirled around the wet head. His lips
parted involuntarily at the pleasure that suddenly swarmed. He gripped the
shaft, pushed downward until his curved hand touched his balls then he pulled
back up. A drop of white slithered to the slit and Thame swirled his thumb in
his seed. He let go of his pleasure rod to move to his knees within the tub. It
wasn’t exactly comfortable with his ankle sore as a virgin bride but this was
his favorite position. On his knees with his dick rock hard, and though he
would never admit this, he would usually find himself a delicate giant
sunflower on the edge of the Fairy kingdom. The petals were so soft as he’d rub
his cock up and down.

There was no sunflower here or Breena to
watch so he closed his eyes and used his imagination. She would be before him
with her night hair down and her legs spread wide. She could be soft as a
flower petal or au natural and she would still be beyond beautiful. For this
fantasy, he went with the bare skin. Her breasts would be bare and those nipples
exposed to her pinching fingers.

Thame grabbed his dick, roughly he tugged
it this way and that. The fantasy built in his mind. She would reached down and
play with her wet entrance, tease him mercilessly until her orgasm bloomed.
Then she’d beg for him to devour her as he did in that stormy kiss. What would
she taste like? He pumped fast, the thickness swelled, the length stretched.
Honey or some exotic flower or would she taste like she smelled, fresh rain and
a hint of desire.

His lips parted, the groan unstoppable as
streams of white hot cum shot from his quivering arousal. All the tension from
the last few days faded into a blinding pleasure. His muscles tensed, his ankle
screamed and Thame fell face first into the tub.

When he finally had the energy to pull
himself to the edge, his ankle was useless. That left him sitting under the
stream of hot water and savoring the feel while missing home like never before.
He wanted to be under the waterfall that rested in the fairy kingdom. The water
so clear one could see the bottom and so warm as to heat the skin even on the
coldest night. He closed his eyes once again, thinking of Breena naked under
the gush of water. Would he be able to hold his breath long enough to lick her
to orgasm underwater? It was personal challenge he vowed to complete.

He washed up quickly and tugged on those testosterone-killing
jeans. He missed his loincloth more than words could portray. His hair was
sopping wet as he tugged it into a self-sustaining knot, pulled a loose dark
blue shirt over his chest but it was only to hide his repairing wings. Stumbling
back to his room was humbling to say the least. He used a combination of hops
and groping the wall to successfully arrive at the open door. It took another
minute or so for him to make it to the bed and then he collapsed. Between the
gratifying orgasm and the trek here, he wanted nothing more than to nap. What
happened to the fierce warrior that could go for days without rest? Of course,
he wasn’t wingless with a fractured ankle back then.

The front door open and that blast of
chilled air stung his damp skin. That sweet smell returned. He knew with a
lingering erection who came through the door, Breena. She rubbed her tiny hands
up and down her arms as she walked through his door. Her expression was less
than friendly as she handed him a square of thick paper. Thame arched a brow,
which prompted her to speak.

“Your ticket to the main land for the day
after tomorrow.”

Was that what incited her foul mood? He
wrapped his big hand around her arm and tugged until she landed with a frown
beside him. “I have...” He was about to say King., “people I have to protect
back there. When all is said and done I will come back.”

She nodded, a simple and quick jerk of
her head. There were a few moments of silence. Thame took the time to rub his
thumb across her chilled palm. It was quickly warming with each stroke. “Well,
at least let me check your back again to make sure you don’t keel over on the
boat.”

“My back is fine.” He tried for a calm
carefree tone. The last thing he had time to do was explain his species. Maybe
once they fully grew back, he would return and try to explain.

“The stitches may be holding but there
could still be an infection.” She reached toward the rim of his shirt.

“As much as I want to show skin around
you...my back is fine and your Grandmother will be home soon.”

“I’m just checking you wounds,” she said
but a blush began to stain her cheeks.

“I’d rather steal a kiss.” He wanted to
steal more than a kiss but until he had time to unravel his guilt, he’d settle
with sipping from those sweet lips. His hand caressed her scalp and gently
gripped her ponytail. Pressing her parted lips closer to his until they touched.

It was a gentleman’s kiss but not for
long. Thame’s tongue parted and devoured. He greedily ate at her mouth. His
hands drifted down to her hips as she tried to keep up with his wild blend of
lips. “Breena.” It was a whisper as he broke off and drifted down her neck.
Soft, barely touching her skin he traveled down the pale column of her throat
to her creamy cleavage.

He lapped at the top half of her breast
and with each audible gasp, he shifted closer to the shirt rim. Thame slipped
his tongue beneath the material and found the top of her lacy bra. Her hands
landed on his thighs. Her fingers curled and nails pierced his jeans to mar his
skin. A mark of claiming, he growled and returned to her lips. Pressing
further, pushing harder until her back was against the bed and he lay atop her.
His plans for a farewell kiss had gone completely askew as she kissed him back.
He could feel her hard nipples through their clothing and shifted so his hand
covered one. The peek pressed against his palm and she broke the kiss to gasp
deeply.

Thame knew he was moving too fast but
couldn’t control himself long enough to let the rational thought penetrate. All
he could think about was Brenna beneath him and the sweet smell of arousal that
filled the tiny room. He groped her breasts, gently as first, letting her get
used to the feel of someone other than herself touching those plump tits.

“Thame.” Her plea was barely heard
through the fog of lust.

He slowly lifted her shirt, her stomach
was flat, the flesh unmarred. His fingertips traced a circle around her belly
button as he pushed the annoyance higher. He needed to see her, to feel her, to
touch and taste every inch of Breena.

“Thame!” Louder this time.

His tugged the shirt to her neck and gloried
in the view of her breasts. The pink bra barely hid them, a sensual cover where
her nipples pressed tightly against the material. He pulled one cup down to
reveal an unhindered view and by the Goddess herself, a more perfect creature
couldn’t exist. She had pale flesh surrounding a pointed, pink peek. His mouth
watered, his cock screamed and jammed against the zipper.