by Raine Miller
She had to come up with a plan. She was a warrior by the Goddess. A Fir Bolg assassin, she could protect herself against enemies of the king. Enemies who wouldn’t hesitate to use a princess in order to get to her father.
All that training meant she could bring a man down in five seconds. Get him to a vulnerable position so she could take advantage. But once she got him on the ground, he would flee as soon as he realized that she was the Princess.
It was a conundrum, to be sure.
She executed a series of kicks, her body limbered up by the physical exercise. Each point of her toes and stretch of her hamstrings exposed her pussy to the cool morning sunshine. Goddess, she longed for more than air to touch her.
Her hands wandered over her body, sure and confident as she toyed with her nipples in the chilled air. But she didn’t want her own hands. She wanted a man’s hand on her body. Rough and thick and different. And she wanted to see a cock strong and proud and erect instead of the flaccid weak members she’d managed to glimpse when she spied on the other Fir Bolg.
She wasn’t even sure what made her come to the clearing today. Perhaps to be away from all the trappings of her station. She gave up playing with her body and just relaxed into a series of katanas designed to prepare the body for an epic fight. Her mind settled into an almost drowsy state as she listened to blue jays chirp and small woodland animals forage in the forest. Her gaze wandered idly around clearing until she stopped abruptly.
For under the massive oak tree lay an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man. His head was shaved. He was not bald for she could see the faint shadow of his hair underneath the skin’s surface. Fair-skinned, strong features defined his face in sharp angles. Thick ropy muscle lined his chest, wrapped in a sleeveless tunic of a rough material. His biceps bulged as he rubbed at the front of his pants. A knowing smirk covered his lips as he stared boldly at her.
For a moment, Aine panicked. She was naked.
And then she realized that he wasn’t slowly sneaking away. He wasn’t cowering in fear of her bodyguards. He hadn’t even removed his gaze from her body. Instead, she felt as if he touched her with the hot lick of a lover. He looked his fill, lingering on her breasts and the rounded curve of her hip. Then he returned his focus lazily to her face...and winked.
Suddenly she realized that he rubbed an erection. He had propped up his knees and spread his legs just so until she could see him and what he was doing as he massaged his own cock.
Aine’s breath caught.
“Everything okay?” Finn called out.
The man’s brow crooked in question. And this was it. Her bodyguards hadn’t seen the man and he was clearly interested in her. Could she? A stranger? He wasn’t Demon. She would be able to tell. He wasn’t Fae. He must be Human but he had an indefinable quality that she was unable to place.
Nor did she particularly want to figure him out. Here was her opportunity.
She held her finger to her mouth and he nodded in understanding. She frantically wracked her brain for any sort of maneuver to get the guards out of the clearing.
Aine saw the deer, a good distance away, the animal held still in the forest and scented the danger of their presence. “I thought I saw Demons, through the copse of those trees,” she called softly.
“I will call for backup.”
“There is no need,” she said arrogantly. “I am a trained assassin. I can protect myself.” She realized that the warning would also serve to let the aroused man know that she was no vulnerable maiden.
“But--”
“If you two won’t go after them, then I will.”
“As you wish.” Both guards ran toward the spot she’d indicated. Their movement startled the deer and it crashed through the woods in fear. The bodyguards, unaware that they’d been tricked, gave chase.
Finally, she was naked and alone with a man.
CHAPTER 3
Barbas held his breath and stroked his cock through the rough linen work pants. He’d been sound asleep when the dulcet tones of an angel’s voice had awakened him. Her blatant attempts to seduce the two guards with her actions were almost clumsy in the execution. But her movement as she paced through a series of fighting exercises had been nothing short of magnificent. Each kick exposed the thatch of thick black curls, taunting him with only glimpses of her deep red pussy.
Even her awkward handling of her own body intrigued him. The guards had been affected by her beauty. Kinky curls of wild black hair corkscrewed around her face and framed wide brown eyes the color of a chestnut and skin as bronzed as a naked wood nymph. It was clear that she practiced in the nude often as she drew the power of the sun to her. Wide, full lips a deep ruby had quirked up in a conspiratorial smile and her eyes had sparkled with mischief as she sent the guards on a fruitless errand.
Everything about her aroused him.
His body responded to hers as if he hadn’t had a sex marathon in the last month. And the idea that they had limited time before her bodyguards returned spurred him to action.
“Come here, sweetness.” His voice came out low and husky with desire as he opened the slit of his pants and let his cock spring free.
Her exotically tilted eyes widened. And she stood stock still her gaze frozen on his erection.
He would have thought that perhaps she was nervous but then she licked her lips and the moisture caused her mouth to glisten.
“You want a taste? You’ll have to come closer,” he taunted, then glanced meaningfully at the forest. “And I doubt we have much time before dumb and dumber return.”
“Good point.” She smiled and strolled toward him, as if her nakedness was natural and she were at ease. But her pulse fluttered in the hollow of her neck, and a fine tremor shook her hands.
She walked right up to him until they were both sheltered by the offshoot branches of the giant oak. “You are certainly...large,” she said with a little hitch. A deceptive innocence flickered over her face as her gaze stayed glued on his cock. Demons were unusually well-endowed which was a little known fact unless you happened to fuck a Demon.
He smiled darkly. “Problem?” He reached out and traced his fingertips along the delicate curve of her collarbone. She shivered and the hard buttons of her nipples tightened further.
“No.” She reached tentatively for his staff and curled her palm around him.
He was sore from all the sex he’d had lately and still her cool, soft palm was like a jolt to his entire body. As if he’d channeled both sun and moon’s energy through the top of his head and the soles of his feet and all that power arrowed from all directions through his body and out of his cock. The sensation was heady and nearly unbearable. “Merde,” he swore.
She snatched her hand away. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” He curled his hand around hers and brought it back to his cock. “Touch me again. You’re like pure energy.”
She flushed, the pretty red spread across her shoulders and down to the tips of her breasts.
“Your pretty pussy is just as deep red and gorgeous as your nipples.”
Her arousal scented the air, the aroma an aphrodisiac to his senses and his cock hardened painfully.
“I can’t wait for all that luscious sex to swallow me up.” As if his words overwhelmed her, her knees dipped. Barbas clasped her shoulders gently to hold her up and turned them both until her back rested against the tree. He pushed her up against the smooth bark of the ancienttree and bent his head to suck her nipple into his mouth.
He was touching her! Really touching her. Aine could read his wishes loud and clear. He wanted her. Needed her.
Aine let sensations wash over her. His dirty talk aroused her. Unused to the touch of another, her body responded with alarming enthusiasm to the gentle stroke of his fingers against her sensitized flesh. He slid his hands down her arms, and clasped her fingers in his.
Other sensations filtered through consciousness. The smooth yet rough rasp of the bark against the tender skin of her
back. The hot, wet suction of his mouth on her breast. The silk and hardness of his cock in her hand. Good Goddess, she’d never felt anything like the wonder of this man’s member. How would he ever fit inside her?
And then she forgot about the fact that he touched her without fear as he boldly invaded her. She gasped as his fingers penetrated her body. Bigger, harder, rougher he stroked her woman’s channel with a sureness that left her legs weak and her head spinning. She dragged her palms against the muscled hardness of his biceps and reveled in the freedom to touch him however she wanted. He was no common laborer. His body was rigid and primed for battle. A warrior.
She lost herself in the freedom of being able to touch him without worry, which was a wonder to her.
Around her the animals in the forest continued to chatter. The sound of the guards as they crashed through the woods in pursuit of the deer was like music. Sensation surrounded her, the raspy stubble on his head, the suction of his mouth against the tender skin behind her ear, and thick sweet scent of their arousal in the air.
A drop of cum pearled on the tip of his cock. And Aine wanted nothing more than to taste him. The thought was somewhat shocking. She’d seen it done before, of course. The Fae were a sensual lot without a modicum of modesty. At certain festivals during the sun cycle, orgies were not uncommon. While she had never been allowed to participate, she had caught glimpses from the room where she’d been locked away to ‘keep her safe’.
She was done being safe. She squeezed his cock and felt a surge of triumph as he moaned into her mouth.
His lips devoured hers, shockingly intense, as light buzzed through her like a firefly. The heady, crazy feelings that zoomed through her body took her by surprise. As if the arousal she’d felt when watching others copulate was multiplied by a million degrees.
This was so much better than watching.
But the guards would be back soon. Aine hooked her ankle over the curve of his bare buttocks and rubbed her sex along his shaft. Instinctively she knew what to do with her body.
“Creative wench aren’t you?” he growled against her throat. “Give me everything.”
His words rumbled through her chest. There was a teasing element to the words that penetrated a place far more fragile than the barrier that protected her virginity. Her heart.
She would have stumbled if he hadn’t been holding her up. That was ridiculous. And yet she had the distinct feeling that if she did this, there would be no going back.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she whispered harshly. For his own safety.
“Then we’d better get this done,” he growled again. “Gods dammit, I am hard as an iron sword. You’re a powerful aphrodisiac, sweetness.”
Her heart stumbled again. She had never been able to tempt anyone enough to take her. That this stranger knew the guards were out there and still deigned to have sex with her filled her with an inexplicable joy.
She was worth the risk.
Barbas wondered if she was worth the risk. Something about this whole situation was a little odd. And if he’d been thinking with his big brain instead of his little one he’d have realized it sooner.
She had barely touched him and he was ready to go off like a rocket. She was a manipulator, a liar, and he wanted her with a fury that surprised him. “You lied to them.” And as if his sanity restored for a moment, he had to know why.
She shrugged as she stroked his cock as if she’d never touched one before. “I want sex.”
She hadn’t said she wanted him. Her scent was stronger now and although she’d been across the clearing he would swear she had not been aroused before. “Me personally, or just a thick, throbbing cock.” He circled the berry of her nipple with a callused fingertip as she inhaled as if to hold back a moan. “To fuck you to orgasm?”
She squeezed his cock to near pain, but her words were breathless. “You certainly are crude.”
“Answer the question.”
She turned the words around on him. “Your.” Her finger rubbed a drop of pre-cum back and forth over the head of his erection. “Thick. Throbbing. Cock.”
And it was his turn to hold his breath as she lifted her finger and sucked the pre-cum into her mouth.
“By Gods, I’d be happy to oblige.” Barbas shucked his pants with haste. Perhaps it was that there was no ulterior reason behind this fuck. Perhaps it was that brown skin had always turned him hard. Perhaps it was the rounded globes her breasts that lulled him into a sense of rightness but he couldn’t wait to fuck her. “Your word is my command.”
“Now.”
He shoved aside his mission. His quest to find the traitor, to protect against the Fae, to conceal his secret could wait a few more hours. Right now he wanted to steal this time away and enjoy the pleasure of her body. Barbas plumped her breasts and brought the engorged peaks to his mouth. He sucked on both nipples at the same time and rocked his hips in a mimic of what they would do next. Her grip on his cock had loosened as if she couldn’t make her body obey the command to hold on. One leg curled around his butt and the other braced her weight on the ground as she lifted up on her tiptoes to rub her sweet, wet mound along the rod of his cock.
“Oh my Goddess that feels good,” she murmured as he arrowed his fingers down the length of her stomach and slid inside her slick wet channel. She was dripping with sex juices and primed for his cock.
He let go of her nipples with a pop and dragged his tongue roughly up the side of her neck. She panted in quick little bursts of air while she tossed her head back and writhed beneath the unforgiving attention of his greedy fingers.
“Gods, I want my cock in you.”
“Yes,” she groaned and rocked into his hand.
Barbas curved his palms beneath her buttocks and lifted her, poised to impale her. “You want this?”
He didn’t even know why he hesitated. She had said so, hadn’t she?
“Do it.” And Gods knew why, but those words really did sound like a command. And he hardened even further.
Barbas rubbed the hard knob of his erection against the folds of her sex. And wanted her to beg for it the way he would beg if she asked.
“Do what?” he ground out, tormenting them both. She gripped his biceps with callused palms and curved her fingernails into his skin.
“Fuck me.”
With those words, he settled his cock at her entrance and slammed her down on his body.
CHAPTER 4
Pain. Goddess that hurt.
Aine squirmed and tried to get away. The naked stranger held ominously still. After that first raw thrust, he hadn’t moved. And things had been going so well up until that moment. The good news was she wasn’t a virgin any longer.
The bad news was she didn’t care. She just wanted to stop the hurt. Why had she ever thought she wanted to be touched?
“Let me down,” she said breathlessly.
Her breasts ached, her pussy was engorged, and her body still shook but she just wanted to get away. She knew other Fae enjoyed sex, reveled in it. But right now she had no idea why. It hurt.
“Not a chance, Princess,” he whispered harshly.
She stiffened. Did he know she was the Princess?
“Are you, did I....” He blew out a breath. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
She refused to lie. “Just let me down.”
She should be nonchalant. Bored. Full of ennui. But she couldn’t quite pull it off. And suddenly this erotic little encounter, in her rush to divest herself of her virginity, had turned sour. He hadn’t moved.
“Let me down,” she said a little more forcefully. There was almost a plea in the words.
“Not on your life.”
He kept her there, pressed against the wide circumference of the old oak tree. The painful invasion had, at the least, subsided to a dull throb. The sharp sting was gone. But so was any sensation of arousal or well-being.
“You promised me sex,” he ground out.
“Ah yes, but one should never quite trust the wor
ds of the Fae,” she taunted and hoped he would put her down.
Her words seemed to inflame him. He scooped his arms beneath her thighs and hoisted her up so that the pressure on her inner walls lessened. Some relief. “Quite true,” he snarled. “However I am holding you to your word and you promised to let me fuck you. That has not been accomplished. “
With his hands keeping her weight aloft and his chest pressed against her breasts, he was defenseless. She could disable and kill him momentarily. But it wasn’t his fault that she didn’t like this.
Hah, an understatement.
He began to pull out of her body and she sighed in relief. He swiped his tongue along the shell of her ear and the earlier weakness returned. On her sigh, he slid back into her body slowly. The thick rod seemed to glide more easily this time and the sensation was more discomfort than pain. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nipped at the tender flesh with his teeth, the sharp bite distracted her as he pulled back out of her body. His fingers skimmed the backs of her thighs and odd places tingled, including deep within her core. And then he slid forward again, this time his pubic bone bumped the little nub of flesh she sometimes played with in the middle of the night, deep beneath her lavish covers. “Oh,” she sighed again.
With each soft stroke, the pain lessened and the pleasure grew.
“You liked that.”
“Hmmm?” Her eyelids drifted shut. He began a slow, easy rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of her slick channel.
One of his hands skimmed further up her leg until his fingers bracketed her sex. With each slide out, he trilled the little nub. Swells of sensation waterfalled through her. Her body tingled and her nipples hardened with each brush of his muscled chest.
As her body softened and accepted his invasion, he increased his pace. No longer sweet and slow, each time he impaled her, deep inside he bumped a hidden bundle of nerves. Her head was light as a hot air balloon as his cock became impossibly harder. With a muffled groan, he emptied his seed into her body and pumped in earnest.