nipples. Pinched and twisted her hips upward. “Please.
Now. More.” She needed something inside her. He did not disappoint. His
cock pressed heavily against her ass cheek. Swirling around and hard enough
to penetrate her in one long, breathtaking thrust.
Then his head entered, it stretched her hole and his hands slipped
beneath her body to find her breasts. The moment his hands squeezed her
nipples, he began a slow, agonizing entry. Inch by inch, he maneuvered his
cock inside her body. Every heartbeat coincided with a nipple pull and then
another inch. She gasped, tried to push back so his head would reach her womb.
He would have nothing of it. He set the pace, and he ruled their mating like the
king he was.
His balls bounced off her flesh as he fully entered her body and speared
her as she moved to her elbows. His thrusts started leisurely but deep. Little
pulses drove her mad and sent her body into a fury of desire. She knew the
second he lost control. He groaned, grabbed her hips and pumped. She
squeezed him, milked for that thick white liquid that she longed to taste.
The orgasm was unexpected. Suddenly her pathway convulsed around
him, her body surged backward and his cock buried deep. Her head fell
forward, adrenaline and bliss swam through her system as his hold on her hips
tightened. In and out, pumping, invading her wet, wanton body with his dick
until he cried out her name. She plummeted forward, landed on the soft grass
with Carrick following. His cock still thrusting, his seed spilt from her. What a waste .
They lay there for minutes, caught their breath, his cock slowly
softened but he didn’t want to let her go which was evident by the way his
arms wrapped around her. Inevitably, he pulled free and lay beside her. There
was silence for a few moments but no awkwardness. It was that profound
silence after amazing sex. He glanced at her with a smile. “What if I said yes?”
She looked away when she asked, gazed the waterfall as he interweaved their
fingers.
“This kingdom is not as safe as it once was. I love you Brook, but I fear
it’s too dangerous to mate with me.” Where was he going with this? Wasn’t
this what he’d wanted the whole time? “There’s this celebration we have.” He
kissed her palm. “If you decide to become queen, every fairy in my kingdom
will taste the honey of your body. They each dedicate their lives to your
protection. You are crowned, and I take you away to my chamber where we
unite and hopefully make some baby fairies.” He watched her reaction.
Well, she hated to admit she wasn’t getting younger, but kids? Right
now? Brook glanced at Carrick. His smile, the hope that gleamed in his eyes
made her look away. “Trolls won’t scare me away, fairy man. I just don’t
know about the baby thing.” What kind of mother could she possibly make?
She didn’t find bald, toothless babies cute, and the crying during sleeping
hours was a big turn off. His features fell. It looked like his heart had just burst
into a thousand, sad pieces.
“What if...and I’m just saying hypothetically…”
Whatever that meant, he listened closely.
“What if I do…become queen and we just hold off on the kid thing for
a few years.” Talk about being selfish. His species was dying out and Brook
wanted to wait a few years to repopulate, but it was her body after all. She’d
decide when she wanted to bring a new life into this world and no one would
ever press that issue.
“Brook. I would agree with whatever you want if you promised to be
my queen.”
Decisions were a bitch. She shifted, lay atop his body and rested her ear
against his chest. His heartbeat soothed her nerves like a good drug. She was
on Vicodin once for a pulled wisdom tooth and this was the same calming
effect only less side effects. She closed her eyes and just listened. Thump,
thump. This was her fairy man, he was hope, love, truth, promise and
everything else rolled
Now. More.” She needed something inside her. He did not disappoint. His
cock pressed heavily against her ass cheek. Swirling around and hard enough
to penetrate her in one long, breathtaking thrust.
Then his head entered, it stretched her hole and his hands slipped
beneath her body to find her breasts. The moment his hands squeezed her
nipples, he began a slow, agonizing entry. Inch by inch, he maneuvered his
cock inside her body. Every heartbeat coincided with a nipple pull and then
another inch. She gasped, tried to push back so his head would reach her womb.
He would have nothing of it. He set the pace, and he ruled their mating like the
king he was.
His balls bounced off her flesh as he fully entered her body and speared
her as she moved to her elbows. His thrusts started leisurely but deep. Little
pulses drove her mad and sent her body into a fury of desire. She knew the
second he lost control. He groaned, grabbed her hips and pumped. She
squeezed him, milked for that thick white liquid that she longed to taste.
The orgasm was unexpected. Suddenly her pathway convulsed around
him, her body surged backward and his cock buried deep. Her head fell
forward, adrenaline and bliss swam through her system as his hold on her hips
tightened. In and out, pumping, invading her wet, wanton body with his dick
until he cried out her name. She plummeted forward, landed on the soft grass
with Carrick following. His cock still thrusting, his seed spilt from her. What a waste .
They lay there for minutes, caught their breath, his cock slowly
softened but he didn’t want to let her go which was evident by the way his
arms wrapped around her. Inevitably, he pulled free and lay beside her. There
was silence for a few moments but no awkwardness. It was that profound
silence after amazing sex. He glanced at her with a smile. “What if I said yes?”
She looked away when she asked, gazed the waterfall as he interweaved their
fingers.
“This kingdom is not as safe as it once was. I love you Brook, but I fear
it’s too dangerous to mate with me.” Where was he going with this? Wasn’t
this what he’d wanted the whole time? “There’s this celebration we have.” He
kissed her palm. “If you decide to become queen, every fairy in my kingdom
will taste the honey of your body. They each dedicate their lives to your
protection. You are crowned, and I take you away to my chamber where we
unite and hopefully make some baby fairies.” He watched her reaction.
Well, she hated to admit she wasn’t getting younger, but kids? Right
now? Brook glanced at Carrick. His smile, the hope that gleamed in his eyes
made her look away. “Trolls won’t scare me away, fairy man. I just don’t
know about the baby thing.” What kind of mother could she possibly make?
She didn’t find bald, toothless babies cute, and the crying during sleeping
hours was a big turn off. His features fell. It looked like his heart had just burst
into a thousand, sad pieces.
“What if...and I’m just saying hypothetically…”
Whatever that meant, he listened closely.
“What if I do…become queen and we just hold off on the kid thing for
a few years.” Talk about being selfish. His species was dying out and Brook
wanted to wait a few years to repopulate, but it was her body after all. She’d
decide when she wanted to bring a new life into this world and no one would
ever press that issue.
“Brook. I would agree with whatever you want if you promised to be
my queen.”
Decisions were a bitch. She shifted, lay atop his body and rested her ear
against his chest. His heartbeat soothed her nerves like a good drug. She was
on Vicodin once for a pulled wisdom tooth and this was the same calming
effect only less side effects. She closed her eyes and just listened. Thump,
thump. This was her fairy man, he was hope, love, truth, promise and
everything else rolled
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