The Ravaged Fairy (18 page)

When had she become so old? She was
always so strong. She pulled the blanket around Gran’s shoulders and stood
there like a stump. Sleep would elude her. How could it not? She’d just found
out her mother was dead and she had a father that lived close enough to visit every
day. That’s if she decided to see him. That decision was still in the air. Did
she want to get to know the man that abandoned her? He was the man that the
fairies despised, even Thame said his name with disgust. How could she want to
know a father that kidnaps woman for his own. Did he even know about her? Had
her mother kept it a secret? So many questions and not a single answer.

Thame gently tugged her from the room. Her
eyes darted to the lush carpet beneath her feet rather than him. She felt lost,
like she’d stepped off the path and the fog rolled in too quickly for her to
jump back on. Breena stumbled behind him not really paying attention to where
he led her until a cool breeze ruffled her hair. She looked up to see Thame
opening the door. He led her into the night, which seemed darker now that she
knew what hid in the shadows. “Where are we going?”

“To try to make you smile,” he whispered,
wrapped his arms around her and took her into the sky.

The flying was a treat, like a swing
breaking free of a tree branch, only she wouldn’t hit the ground. With Thame
she wouldn’t hit the ground at all.

The kingdom was even more beautiful at
night. Stars and the big full moon were overhead. He flew over the dome-topped
towers and searched fruitlessly for his home. They slowed as they neared the
top of one of those giant sunflowers. From here, the yellow petals were huge,
big enough to fit both her and Thame with plenty of room for a third person.
The black center of the flower was even larger and she held him tight as he
landed right on top of the thing. “Is it going to hold us?” Plummeting to the
ground from this height was not on her list of things to do.

“These are as strong as buildings. Just
keep off the petals, they’re less stable, and I
can
fly, you know.”

A small smile pressed through the sadness.
It was wonderful to hear him joking. The view was pretty damn good, too. From here,
she could see the entire kingdom and a shirtless Thame was a treat no one could
pass up. He was her favorite indulgence.

She sat cautiously on the flower, her
muscles tense. No one could prepare for this new experience. His previous
statement echoed. She was smiling, the sadness that overwhelmed seemed to dull
to a roar. Thame knelt before her, his big golden wings looked magnificent with
the dark backdrop. They seemed to glow like a thousand fireflies. If he had a halo,
she could see him mistaken for a gorgeous angel. His golden hair was pulled
back, she reached over to loosen the knot and send locks falling over his shoulders
to his bare chest.

God, he couldn’t get any more attractive.
What did he see in her? She was just a girl from Inis Mór who was part fairy
and troll. Whatever the reason, she was so utterly glad he found her or rather
she found him that dark night on the road.

He leaned forward and tugged her hair
loose then he laid the entire thing over her shoulder. His hands brushed
through the silky strands and his fingertips grazed her breast. With their eyes
still locked, he pushed the hem of her shirt up and over her head. She sat
there in her bra under the stars and the sadness faded away into a surge of goose
bumps and excitement.

He pushed the straps down her shoulder
and one cup dropped to reveal her pink nipple. His fingers tweaked the bud and
she closed her eyes as he removed the contraption all together. She opened her
eyes in time to see him throw it over the edge of the sunflower petals. “Thame!”
Her giggle echoed in the quiet of the night.

“Sweet Goddess, I love hearing you laugh.”

She blushed not just from her exposed
breasts but the charming tone of his voice. He meant every word he spoke. His
hands collapsed over each breasts, kneaded them while his palms rubbed against
the peaked bud. Thame moved closer, spread his legs so that hers rested atop his
and parted. His mouth came closer to her nipple. Warm breath fanned across it
and she couldn’t control the shiver that rushed down her spine. Would it always
be like this with him? So intense but sweet and the closest thing to perfect
that she had ever known. His tongue extended and lapped the bud. Pressure began
to build between her legs. His teeth tugged and the moment he sucked her little
bud, she moaned to the stars high in the sky.

“I want to spend forever listening to you
moan in pleasure,” he murmured and leaned his head between her pale breasts.
His attention switched to the neglected nipple and his tongue played the
naughty appendage.

Every touch sent a shot of arousal to her
pussy. His hands were at her jeans, the button popped open and the zipper opened
as fast as her next breath. He gently pushed her back and lifted her legs to
remove the jeans. They landed beside her head and he pulled her panties over
her feet. He smiled as he sling shot them into the night.

The darkness seemed to devour them. He
didn’t part her legs yet but held them together almost like keeping her a
secret. He pressed them forward, his free hand slid down the back of her thigh
and caressed her ass cheek. She shivered again, her eyes closing to savor the
feeling.

His palm swiped across her bottom and she
felt the subtle move from the flower as he shifted. She had no idea where he
moved or why but waited, anticipating the next burst of pleasure. His lips
landed in a sweet kiss right along her knee. It shifted lower, to her protected
pussy and Breena’s eyes popped open. Was he really going to kiss her there? She
bit her lip, her pulse jumped, her breathing hitched and Thame’s lips landed on
her rear hole.

She gasped, his tongue slid up the crack
to swipe over the puckered entrance. Her toes curled involuntarily as his
finger replaced his tongue. He pressed gently, parted the untouched flesh and
sent a swarm of insane pleasure to mix with the nerves of uncertainty. Her
bottom lip began to quiver. His finger pressed further inside her channel. It
pumped inside, pushed in and out until she thought she might explode from the
bliss. Who knew this would be so damn erotic?

She never thought of her ass as a
pleasure conductor. Apparently it was. Her pussy leaked, her nipples hardened
even further and then he added a second finger. She jerked from the shock and
the slight wave of pain. It quickly subsided into a whirlwind of ecstasy.

Those two wild fingers pushed as far as
they could. Thame left them parting her flesh deliciously as he let her legs
fall open to reveal her creamy center. Her ankles shifted apart, then her knees
and finally her thighs. She felt much like a Christmas present being unwrapped.

He growled as his eyes fell upon her wet
flesh. Those wicked fingers in her began to pump again as his mouth found her
swollen sex. She couldn’t breathe as his tongue flicked her clit. The world
around them drowned into darkness. She wanted more. She needed more. “Thame!”
Breena had no idea what she was asking for, she just needed more, and she
wanted everything he could give her.

His mouth was a feral animal, it attacked
her excited bud with tongue and teeth. She was going to explode, couldn’t keep
her hips still as he fingered and licked. More satisfaction swarmed. She
couldn’t control her body’s jerked motions or the moans that escaped with each
gasp for air. Then that beautiful, amazing orgasm threw her straight over the
edge of the ultimate pleasure cliff. Her body burned, muscles tensed, in those
few precious seconds nothing existed but Thame and her.

Breena gasped, her legs fell open out of
sheer exhaust from the intense orgasm. He was moving again, she rolled her head
to the side and watched him remove his jeans. “You are so handsome.” She couldn’t
get over it.

His muscles bulged; his blond hair and
tanned skin were such a contrast to the darkness behind him. His wings were
spread wide and his shoulders broad. His hips narrowed, a thin line of blonde
hair erotically led down to his jutting arousal. It was still a shock to see
how big he really was. His red head pointing to the stars, his balls drawn
tight to his body. His thighs were thick pillars of muscles and some scattered
blond hair. He didn’t speak but stood there and let her look.

She was grateful and couldn’t stop the
words that boldly came forth. “I want to see you naked all the time. Whenever I
see you flying, I think of you naked. Or when you’re walking, I wonder if you’re
hard and pressing against the zipper or are you soft and swinging and what can
I do to get you hard.”

“Just thinking about you gets me hard,” he
said the words as he walked to her parted legs.

The breeze caressed her wet skin and sent
a shock across her nether region. That was something to try again, the next windstorm
she was sitting up her with her legs spread and Thame
beside her, or in her
or
touching her. Breena took a deep breath as he knelt between her legs.
This was it. She was finally going to feel a man, her man, inside her. Nerves
began to rear their ugly head and she tried her hardest to tramp them down.
Instead of laying over her, he pulled her to a sitting position. “On your knees.”
he whispered as his teeth nibbled on her neck. Confused and sexually excited
she complied and rose to her knees. Thame positioned her until her back was at
his front and she frowned. What was he doing?

“Wider.” Another whisper this time
against her shoulder.

Breena spread her legs wider, a thrill
shooting through her body as he moved closer, between her spread legs. More
liquid gathered at her center. He glided his hands to her lower back than to
her front and held her breast in a firm grip.

“Wider.” His voice was lower, deeper, and
it drove her crazy with lust.

 She spread wider and his hard cock
pressed erotically into her bottom. Her nipples ached with delight as he tugged
and squeezed. They were surely red by the time his hands returned behind her.

He pushed her gently to all fours. His
hands caressed her ass cheeks with a focused hunger that left her breathless.
The head of his cock pressed against her cheek, the tip wet as he led it across
her puckered hole and to the other ass cheek. Its silky touch caressed her
skin. Breena wanted to see him grabbing his thick cock in his hand and gliding
it along her body. The image in her head was an erotic thrill. To see the real
thing would bring her straight to ecstasy. The head of his penis found that
rear hole and pressed gently against it. Her body jerked forward.

“Trust me, Breena,” he murmured and
grabbed hold of his cock once more.

This time he gently pushed her to her
stomach and his hands pushed her thighs even further apart. She thought he
would finally enter her, but he ignored her pulsating, needy pussy. His cock
head was against her rear, the tip urged firmly against the hole. The head of
his cock thrust inside her body and she tried to wrench away. Her breath hitched
faster and her hands curled into fists. He pulled free, and then shoved a
little more inside her tight ass.

“Thame.”

Nerves, fear and pleasure blended until
she could barely tell them apart. His cock parted flesh she never knew could
part and his girth stretched until she thought she might scream from the
budding pain. There was a groan as he entered her ass this time. It came from
his lips just as his cock penetrated and pushed further inside her tight
channel. This time the pain was blurred by a surge of satisfaction. He pressed
harder. His hand gripped her hips and held her still. Pain began to surface
again. She tried to jerk away but he held her firm and then he slammed his big
cock deep inside her ass.

The orgasm was instant. Her body squeezed
his cock until he groaned along with her. Her pulse pounded behind her clit and
her inner muscles tensed with the overwhelming satisfaction. Her breath was a
series of gasps by the time the orgasm faded. Thame was silent behind her, his
cock still speared deep and his hands holding her in place. When he began to
pull back the real insanity began.

 Her muscles stung as the intruding dick
pulled free of her gripping hole. Thame pushed forward and penetrated deep.. He
timed them perfectly; each rapid pulse was followed by a quick jab of his cock.
Her body was on fire as he gained momentum, his cock a wild ride that she could
only follow.

Thame pulled free, she cried out but he
simply spun her to her back and lifted her legs into the sky. He pushed them
forward and she felt his head at her rear entrance once again. The moment it
pierced, the pain returned. It flooded her system until he entered fully.

His eyes were open, locked onto hers when
he guided her ankles to his shoulders and spread her legs. She watched in
abandon as he pumped two fingers inside her pussy while his cock pulsed in her
ass.

His palm found her clit, rubbed quick
uncontrolled circles and his thrusts became harder. Thame’s cock slammed deep,
retreated only to return just as fiercely. Her hips jerked wildly, his cock was
a weapon, a rod of lightning and then the orgasm took control.

She couldn’t breathe. Her heart thumped
wildly behind her breasts and Thame pumped his hips like there was no tomorrow.
The moment she felt the pleasure slip away, he locked his hands onto her hips
and shoved his cock deep enough to make her cry out. His dick pulsed within her.
He let out a loud growl that echoed through the night. His lips bared his
grinding teeth, his cock pressed harder and harder into her body until she
thought she’d pass out. Then Thame collapsed, his empty dick pulled free of her
sore rear entrance. She couldn’t think, let alone talk as he laid beside her
and gathered her close.