Fairy Flavor (4 page)

knee spread her legs and uncovered her pussy to his friend.

“Everything is secure.”

“Good.” Carrick slipped his hand over her hip, tilted her slightly and

opened her nether lips.

“Carrick!” She tried to pull away but he held her still and she watched

as Wick’s eyes lowered.

“Would you like me to help, sir?” He licked his lips.

“I don’t know. Brook, would like Wick to lick your pretty nipples?”

She squeaked, no answer anywhere in there but never had she even

considering sex with two men. Hell, she didn’t know anyone who had. She was

sandwiched between a sexy Carrick and a hovering Wick. There was no

answer, she looked away and all thoughts failed as her fairy man’s long finger

entered her.

She closed her eyes; the warmth from his body heated her back. His

cock was like a thick pleasure conductor. It penetrated her core, pushed, and

separated muscle until he was locked fully inside her. Her mouth opened, her

head fell back to his shoulder as pleasure swamped.

Wick was different from him. He sucked her nipple like an artist alone

with the Mona Lisa. Not that these fairies would know what that was, but he

created oral art. He licked here, nibbled there, swirled his tongue until she

cried out.

Carrick had yet to move, her body milked his as the two men created a

vortex of ecstasy. Fingers, dear God, fingers caressed her thigh, slid upward

until they discovered her excited clit. She opened her eyes, jerked her head

downward and watched in fascination as Wick rubbed her.

Of course, this was the time her fairy man decided to fuck her brains

out. She didn’t even have time to thank Wick. He was amazing; his fingers

played as Carrick’s cock plowed in and out. She shoved away doubts, worry,

everything but the sensation.

The orgasm swept her right from this magical land, and into the arms of

these two amazing fairies. Her body fell backward; Carrick gently removed

himself from her warmth and slowly lowered her to the ground. She was so

content she just smiled and lay there.

“More.” She begged and he went down to his knees. His fingers spread

her and his cock speared until he was fully inserted. “Fucking perfect…” Had

she said that aloud?

It didn’t matter as Wick flew over the railing and landed beside them.

His hands on her breasts, his erection was obvious underneath the loincloth

that she was really growing to love. He nudged Carrick back, so her lower half

rested on his thighs. Then he leaned over and sucked her overwhelmed bud.

She arched, her legs spread wider, knees bent so he could reach better.

Her whole body was on fire as they brought her to another amazing climax.

That feeling alone could make her stay her for eternity without a complaint.

Her body eased down, tension faded as Carrick slowly made love to her.

Easy, sweet thrusts as Wick licked her nipples to oblivion. She felt the moment

her fairy man came; he clasped her hips and fucked her like a wild cave

dweller. Slamming their hips together, his sacs emptied into her quivering

pathway.

She smiled, stretched her arms above her head. “Well…” What could

she possible say for the best orgasms of her life? Her body shivered as Carrick

removed his cock, lying beside her in the misty sunset. Shadows began to

claim the land and she could happily stay here for the rest of the night.

“Brook…”

She shifted her head, glanced at Wick. His lips landed on her belly

button, his tongue slowly slithering down her body. She tensed, ready for the

onslaught of pleasure. Sure enough, he found her clit and sucked her straight

toward crazy. She bucked and moaned as he held her thighs open. Carrick

laughed beside them, slipped his hand in hers as Wick brought her to a world-

class climax. She gasped, her heart throbbed when she laid her head against the

balcony floor. “Holy crap.” The words were breathy.

“Brook…I want to unite with you.”

Oh. “Oh…” Well now, she glanced at Carrick who still held her hand.

He had a smile on his face and leaned over her chest. Her nipples strained,

begged, and just when had she become so orgasm motivated? She glanced to

Wick and watched as he removed his loincloth. A giggle burst from her lips,

were all fairies so well endowed?

He grabbed his cock in hand and rubbed the tip precariously against her

clit. Then he lowered, mixed the head in her juices and Carrick’s dripping

sperm. “Wick…I would like that.”

Had anyone ever died from orgasm overload? She wondered briefly

until Wick’s cock slammed home. Her body forfeited any thought that didn’t

involve sheer pleasure. He grabbed her hips and fucked her. Pelvis against

pelvis, cock head against womb, Wick exploded inside her body with raw

power. She screamed and Carrick quickly covered her mouth with his. The

whole world tilted, her body possessed by ecstasy as he slowed his pumping.

His cock shoved once more, fully inside, causing a burst of nerves to explode.

“Wick!”

He stilled, his breath warm puffs against her skin. They locked eyes,

and he pulled himself free of her sore pussy and laid beside her. She settled

into Carrick’s arms still trying to calm her erratic pulse as the mist slowed to

nothing.

“That, my dear Brook, was just to welcome you to our fairy kingdom.”

Wick placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, grabbed his loincloth and fluttered

away.

****

her head atop Flance’s chest. Being the only female warrior was hard but at

least she wasn’t the only woman in this kingdom. If they appointed a new

queen, maybe things would change.

“Without a doubt…”

“Do you think it’s true…about the humans and babies?”

He remained silent, contemplated before answering her fragile question.

“It might be.” He ran his fingers through her coarse orange hair. “We’ve never

really had this conversation have we?”

She shook her head. They’d been together for one hundred and fifty

years, avoiding the subject of kids at all cost. How could two warriors care for

such an innocent being? “I’ve made up my mind…”

“I know you did…” He sighed and shifted so they faced each other.

“What did you decide?”

She gently clasped his hand. “We’ve been through some horrible

dates…” They grinned; the trolls had attacked on several occasions of their

making love. “…And battles. Even that dragon that tried to eat me on our

Union Celebration day…”

“That thing messed with the wrong fairy’s woman,” he said with a snarl.

She just smiled and nodded. After all, she killed it with knife to the

throat, but he thought his blade severed its spinal cord. His aim had been

completely off, but he’d never know. “My hero.” She kissed his forehead. “As

far as little baby fairies go, I want your children or none at all.”

“Bray…”

“I’m serious….” She crossed her arms, took a deep breath as the

knowledge of their childless life settled in.

“I know...” His arms fell around her. “How about, we keep trying the

old fashioned way?” His lips nibbled on her ear.

Her grin was half hearted, but she could never resist his temptation.

“Deal.”

“I have to check the dome but the moment I’m home tonight I’m going

to ravish you, woman!” His tone was goofy, and she giggled.

“I really love you.” She pressed her lips to his, dominated the kiss that

quickly brought them both to a fever. He pulled away just as her hands reached

his loincloth.

With a roll of her eyes, she adjusted her dress so the blades hidden

beneath wouldn’t harm and laid back, her red and brown wings tucked safely

beneath.

****

from thinking. Of course, when his hot, fairy warrior woman had to wait and

stew in lust, it was even better. When Bray wanted an orgasm, she got an

orgasm, even if she pushed him down and did all the work herself.

He extended his brown and orange wings. They were a close match to

her hair and the reason he first pursued her. How many fairies could say their

mate matched? He grinned as he lifted into the air, glanced back to watch her

shift her cloths and play with her nipples. This better be a fast check, but it

would give him enough time to think on things.

She didn’t want a child without him and honestly, he didn’t want one

without her. So, there would be no babies in their family. That would be okay,

wouldn’t it? They’d just love each other more. Maybe tame a few fireflies and

call them pets. He grinned; she hated those buggers more than anything in the

world. They constantly plagued her during battle.

He passed the dome barrier and forgot about everything but safety.

Flance placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and scanned the area. He nearly

jumped out of his loincloth when a shadow shifted and Whisper’s blue hair

peaked through the darkness. “Sweet Goddess…”

His cruel laughter irritated the hell out of everyone that heard it which

wasn’t saying much; most of those beings were dead. It was low, raspy and

distinctly evil sounding. “Don’t you have better things to do than sneak around

in the dark?” Flance shoved his blade back into place. “Or better yet, you

patrol because
I
have better things to do.”

“Fine…” With that single word, the fairy blended with the shadows

once more.

The fairy made no sound, barely spoke a word and Bray kept insisting

he was sweet. That man gave him the shivers, but he did say he would patrol.

Flance smiled. “Thanks…” He stepped under the willow tree and glanced

down at the dome. Flance couldn’t see his woman on the sunflower but knew

she’d be there. Ready for ravishment, ready to try for their child, and he’d keep

trying until she was happy. When it came down to life, she was the most

important thing, his Bray. He dove down and heard her giggle of delight even

from the sky.

****

stretched sore muscles in sheer joy. Last night was more than amazing. She

wanted every night to play out so naughty and inventive. She opened her eyes

as the sweetest breeze rushed over her naked body. The doors to the balcony

were wide open, the wind incredible as she lay on the bed. Carrick was

nowhere in sight.

“He asked me to present you with a gift.”

Wick’s voice startled the hell out of her. She jumped up and covered

her body, or tried too. Where was a blanket or even a sheet when she needed

it? Did he just say a gift? “From Carrick?”

“Yes, and if you’ll permit me…” He moved closer, his hands touched

her knees and pressed them apart until her core was exposed.

She sat there like a damn log as he parted her legs and slid his hands up

her thighs. His fingers created a wonderful sensation around her pussy. Her

lids closed as he touched, rubbed, teased and then he leaned forward to lick her.

One long swoop from hole to clit. Waking up to this every morning sounded so

fucking good right about now.

“Carrick asked me to deliver a dress he thought would appear angelic

on you. He also asked of me to give you a very…”
Lick.
“…Good.”
Lick.

“…Morning.”

His tongue entered her core. It swept across sensitive muscles and

caused her to fall back. Who could resist this? His mouth dragged over her

entrance as his finger pressed her lower lips further apart. Her clit was burning

with pleasure when he finally sucked it. Pressing harder and harder until she

moaned. He caught every drop of moisture that trickled from her and stole

every breath she managed to take. The orgasm came quick, knocked her right

out of her mind and into a place so close to heaven she could almost see the

pearly gates.

Her heart thumped wildly beneath her erect nipples. She opened her

eyes to see Wick crawl up her body and began rubbing his lips over those hard

pebbles. He tugged the other one with his fingers and she lost her mind when

her hands sought out his cock. She needed more. She needed…Carrick.

Brook pulled her hands from him, glanced at his eyes as he pulled away

and kissed her forehead. He either felt her resistance or her emotions were way

too obvious. “When you are ready, I will take you to Carrick.”

“I…”

“Brook, I am attracted to you, who would not be? However, I am not

your true love, or your king. I am merely a warrior of Carrick’s who was given

the order to pleasure you.”

Well that covered a few issues.

“I enjoy your body very much, if you wish me to continue pleasing you

and Carrick agrees, I will be more than happy to.” The words seemed saturated

with loneliness. Wick brought his hand to her crotch, cupped and locked eyes

while his finger penetrated. “Carrick awaits you.” He removed his finger, stood

before her and placed a lavender sundress on the bed. “He asks you only wear

this.”

It was gorgeous with thin straps and flattering material that would hug

her curves. She felt a little strange changing with Wick watching, but if she did

decide to stay, this would be the norm. Oh, what a temptation, the choice to