WingsOfDesire-AriannaSkye (14 page)

“Mmm…hmm.” Maeve snaked her hand against Belenus’s erection. “They’re ready.” He nodded, removing his hand from Cerne’s bulging shaft. Maeve and Belenus fluttered their iridescent wings in unison, a soft warm glow emanating from them. Rhiannon gasped,

feeling herself and Cerne levitate from the water.

“W-What is going on?” Rhiannon breathed out.

Cerne looked up at her, a smile on his dewy lips. “The dueling butterflies, I believe. Now where was I?” He breathed in deeply and wiggled his fingers inside her. “Ah yes, here I was.” He grazed his tongue and teeth against her sensitive clit. Rhiannon’s body convulsed against him.

“Cerne’s right. You’re going to learn the ancient faerie pleasure of dueling butterflies.” Maeve grinned. “Get comfy. You’re in for the flight of your life. It’s much more fun when you have your wings, though. But with the winged’s help, you can achieve heightened pleasure.” Rhiannon turned to face Cerne and licked her lips. “Have you done it before?” Cerne traced his finger against her slit. “No,
leannan
.” He tweaked the nub of her engorged clit. “It will be our first one to share.”

“Sounds tantalizing.” Rhiannon lowered herself down further onto Cerne’s face. She wiggled her pussy against his nose.

“Tease,” Cerne growled, pulling her to his mouth.

“Now lean forward, Your Highness.” Belenus grabbed Rhiannon by the waist and helped her to turn around. Rhiannon knew exactly what was going to happen. Dueling butterflies sounded much more erotic than sixty-nine, though. Numbers never much turned her on much, anyway.

Maeve brushed a hand across Rhiannon’s breast and traced a finger around her pebble-hard nipple. She pinched it and rolled it between her fingertips. “Your princess is hot, Cerne. Your tongue better be ready.” She brushed a wayward curl from Rhiannon’s brow.

Belenus reached down and grabbed Cerne’s cock, drawing it up to Rhiannon’s lips. “Trace your tongue along the tip, Princess. It’ll drive him mad with pleasure.” Rhiannon nodded with a small giggle. She already knew that. Maeve’s fingers stroking her hair and Belenus’s instruction, along with the swirling of Cerne’s tongue while he lapped up her juices, sent waves of pleasure jetting throughout her body. She inhaled Cerne’s woodsy scent and her hips undulated against his mouth. She darted her tongue out and traced a wet path around the head of Cerne’s cock, licking the trickle of pre-cum dripping from the tip.

“That’s it, Your Highness.” Maeve ran her fingers through Rhiannon’s hair. “Move slow.

Savor him.”

Rhiannon nodded and swirled her tongue leisurely down the head. She allowed her teeth to graze the underside. Cerne shuddered beneath her. Smiling, she lifted her head and gazed up at her instructors. Maeve and Belenus continued to kiss, suck, and fondle each other. Their eyes clouded over with pleasure.

Cerne continued his gentle attack on her clit and pussy. His tongue flicked and swirled a frenzied motion, causing her to shudder against him. “It looks as if your instructors have become side-tracked,” he murmured against her hot mound.

“Then I’m doing my job.” She took the head into her mouth and sucked.

Cerne gasped against her sex. Taking that as an invitation, she took him further into her mouth. Rhiannon licked and sucked the rigid length of him while she moved her mouth up and down. She moved faster, sucking as hard as she could on his rock-hard erection.

“Gods, I love the way you move your mouth,” Cerne breathed out huskily. “I can’t concentrate enough to return the favor.” He slammed his fingers hard and fast into her wet channel. She moaned against his length, slowing her movements.

“Is this better,
mo cridhe
?” Rhiannon asked, snaking her tongue up the length of his shaft.

“Mmm, yes, my sweet. Much better.” He twisted his fingers inside her and pressed his tongue firmly against her clit. Hot breaths teased her flesh. “How’s that,
leannan
?”

“You both are quick learners,” Belenus said, through the haze of pleasure.

Rhiannon caught a glimpse of him bending Maeve over, thrusting his engorged cock in and out of her. If it wasn’t erotic enough watching the two make love, they had to do it while floating in the air.

“Faster!” Maeve moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure. With a sly grin, she turned to Rhiannon. “Don’t mind us, dear Princess. Your consort’s penis feels neglected.” Maeve threw back her head in pleasure as Belenus slammed into her. Her pale blonde hair fluttered against her bare back as a loud moan escaped her lips.

“I can’t wait to do that to you,” Cerne murmured. “Your pussy tastes so good.” He flitted his tongue against her clit.

“You keep pleasuring me, but I haven’t come yet.” Rhiannon arched her back as her pussy shuddered against his fingers. “Why?”

“Faeries have high pleasure tolerance,
mo cridhe
. We can fuck for hours, if we want to.”
Hours? Is that possible?
“What if we want to come sooner?”

“All you need to do is ask.” Cerne grinned, rubbing his nose against her clit.

“Please make me come?”

“That’s a good girl. Now, please make me come, too.” Rhiannon grinned. “With pleasure.” She wrapped her hand about the base of his shaft and took him into her mouth as far as it would go. With fervent strokes, she moved her hand and mouth in time. She groaned against him as waves of hot pleasure shot through her entire being.

Her body moved on its own accord and her pulse quickened. She gulped for air against the veins of his thick cock.

“Oh, Gods! Faster!” Cerne groaned out. “You’re so hot. Let it loose.” Rhiannon bobbed her head harder and faster up and down his stiff rod, taking him to the back of her throat. She moved up and down with savage strokes while her body writhed in time with his tongue. He twitched in her mouth and she felt his balls tighten. She could tell he was close. She took his sac into her hand and massaged him, then moved her other hand to his ass, working her finger into his dark crevice. She pressed into him, feeling him shudder inside her mouth.

His shout of pleasure was muffled against her mound as her body shook in time with his.

Her breath became ragged. His cock spasmed one final time, spewing hot cum deep into her throat.

It was as if their bodies were in tune. She threw her head back in pleasure and screamed his name. Juices squirted from her as a tremor of intense pleasure flooded her body. Sated, she fell against him, her breathing still ragged.

She turned her head to watch Belenus and Maeve still fucking wildly. “Holy shit! They still can’t be going at it, can they?” she asked, with a curious grin.

Cerne pulled her up to face him and held her close. He let his tongue trace along her earlobe.

“We faeries have excellent sexual stamina.” He took her hand in a tender caress, guided it down his body and rested it back on his already hardened flesh.

“Is that natural?” Rhiannon asked, tracing her fingers against his cock.

“Very natural,” he whispered in her ear and pointed to Maeve and Belenus. “As you can see by our esteemed instructors.”

Rhiannon leaned against Cerne’s chest watching the show. Belenus twisted his fist in Maeve’s hair and continued to ram in and out of her dew-moistened pussy.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” Cerne whispered in her ear. He traced a fingertip across a taut nipple.

Rhiannon nodded. “Mmm… hmm.” She slid her foot up and down Cerne’s leg.

“Keep watching. They are close.”

Rhiannon’s eyes perked up. “Really? How can you tell?” Cerne chuckled. “Look at their wings,
leannan.
See how fast they are fluttering?” With the speed to rival a hummingbird, their wings flitted. Loud groans and moans escaped their lips. Belenus purred, his body shuddering against Maeve as her backside ground into him.

Her breasts jiggled from each ramming thrust and she moaned loudly, shouting as an orgasm racked her body.

“Oh Gods, Maeve!” Belenus groaned loudly and thrust one final time. He fell against her with a loud whoosh of air, twisted her in his arms and gave her a deep open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues entwined and swirled together, as if they were drawn together like a magnet.

“Incredible,” Rhiannon said. She could not wait to experience such pleasures—with Cerne.

~*~*~

Rhiannon lay back in her bed and smiled. “Wow,” she murmured, plumping the pillow behind her head. If that was only a small taste of the pleasures she’d experience, she was in for quite a ride.

Cerne and Belenus had since left her room, as was customary for their lessons. Maeve remained to follow up with a review of what she learned. All that was missing was a pop quiz.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Rhiannon?” Maeve sighed contentedly as she lounged upon the settee, her bare legs akimbo.

“What do you think?” As if her body shuddering against Cerne’s tongue wasn’t enough proof.

Maeve chuckled. “I just need to hear it from your lips, Your Highness. Protocol and all.” Rhiannon laughed. “You faeries certainly have strange protocols.” She wiggled her legs beneath her silk sheets. “But to answer your question, yes. It was the best God—I mean Gods—

damn orgasm I’ve ever had. Then again, I’ve never had sex.”

“But you’ve pleasured yourself, no?” Maeve lifted her eyebrow curiously. “I mean, a woman has needs.”

Rhiannon blushed. “Of course. I have—umm—had an extensive collection of vibrators and dildos back on Earth.”

“How well do those cheaply-made Earth toys work?” Maeve sat up, adjusting her gown. “I asked Cerne to bring one back with him, but no—he was too busy tarrying with you. Not that I blame him.”

Rhiannon giggled. “Had I known of your request, I would’ve brought my whole collection with me.”

“How many did you own? Did they work well?”

A wide smile graced her lips. “I had three...umm...four...oh wait...it was five, but only two of them worked. And to be honest, none of them can compete with Cerne’s magic tongue.” Maeve clapped her hands excitedly. “I knew it! You’re not tainted!”

“What is this deal with me being tainted? Do I smell?” Rhiannon lifted her arm to sniff her armpit.

Maeve rose and floated across the room to sit next to Rhiannon on the bed. She took Rhiannon’s hand in hers. “Twenty-five human years on earth can ruin a faerie, drain their spirit.” Maeve sighed. “It can break them.”

That sounded like no fun at all. “I’m special, I suppose?” Maeve nodded. “You’re more than special, Rhiannon. You’re more than a princess. You’re the one!”

Great. More mumbo-jumbo for her to discern. “What do you mean?”

“You’re the one who will bring peace to our lands. The elders predicted it. But we weren’t sure—until now.”

“So my intense pleasure with Cerne has confirmed this?” Just her luck she’d ended up with a bunch of hornball faeries. What luck? Then again, the orgasms Cerne gave her were like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She was lucky, indeed.

“No. There’s more to it than that, my dear.” Maeve patted Rhiannon’s hand. “You’ve embraced our culture with open arms, despite the manner in which you were brought here. You fit with Cerne like a glove. You have more energy inside you, and you’re glowing. You belong!” Rhiannon couldn’t help but agree. She’d only been in Fey a couple of days and had already made several new friends. Cerne, Maeve, Belenus, and of course poor Onora.
Imagine the irony.

She’d lived twenty-five years, and, in those twenty-five years, she’d only had one or two good

friends. And here, she already had four!

“I know.” But she had obligations on Earth. She had a job and a client to think about. “What about my life on Earth though? I just can’t walk away.”

“I know it won’t be easy, Rhiannon,” Maeve soothed. “But in my heart I know you’ll do the right thing.”

Rhiannon nodded. What confidence these faeries had in her. She wished she had as much confidence in herself. “I’m honored you think so highly of me, but I’m not sure I can take on such a big responsibility.”

“I understand completely. Honestly, I do.” Maeve offered a comforting smile. “You’ve had a long, exhausting day, Your Highness.” She plumped the pillow behind Rhiannon’s head. “Get some sleep. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover tomorrow.”

“What’s on tap for tomorrow?” Rhiannon asked, with a hint of curiousness.

Maeve sighed. “Hmm. I want to introduce you to the elder council. The courtesans need to bathe you and the wizard, Ethelred, needs to anoint you.” Maeve grinned. “Oh, and I can’t forget your meeting with Queen Titania and King Oberon!”

So she would finally get to meet her supposed real parents? The models for two of Shakespeare’s most famous players?
How cool!
“Neato! I can’t wait.” Maeve nodded. “As I said, it will be an extremely busy day. I’ll see you tomorrow, bright and early.” She rose from the bed and, with a snap of her fingers, evaporated into a blue mist.

“Neato?” She was going to meet her real faerie parents and that’s all she could say?

Come on, Rhiannon, she chastised herself. How lame had she sounded. And why is it she was acting so accepting of these supposed figments of her imagination? What on Fey was going on with her?

Too exhausted to dwell on her mixed thoughts and emotions any longer, Rhiannon closed her eyes. She scrunched her pillows under her arms and drifted to sleep.

The sounds of birds chirping woke Rhiannon. She stretched her arms lazily and sighed.

Warm rays of sunlight peeked through the window to her chamber, illuminating her with its soft glow.

She sat up in her bed and stretched her arms again, cracking her shoulders. “Damn, this room is beautiful in the morning.”

“Isn’t it though?” Cerne’s rich voice echoed through the room.

Craning her neck, she spotted him lounging on the settee with a lazy smile curling his lips.

“How’d you get in here?”

“I opened the door and entered,
mo cridhe
.” He held a key up. “After I unlocked your door, of course.”

“Are you supposed to be here?” Rhiannon asked, unsure of faerie customs. She bit her lip nervously, not wanting to offend the faerie Gods.

“I’m the consort-to-be and you the princess. We can do as we please.” Rhiannon raised a brow. “Yeah, right. I think even princesses and their mates are bound by some sort of protocol.”