Courting Crazy: the Green Lord, Book 2

by JG Jerome

  Marisol walks right between our legs to embrace Kristina and me. She doesn’t say anything, just hangs there holding us. In a human crowd, that might be a little unusual, but I’ve learned that it is a sign of love and acceptance among the Sidhe. Anything that doesn’t involve orgasms is considered ‘comforting.’ Nudity is optional, but encouraged.

  The orchestra starts back up with Grieg’s ‘Hall of the Mountain King,’ from Peer Gynt. Then they do the Christmas song, you know...chestnuts roasting...before playing the Christmas Waltz. Kristina jumps off my lap, and I whisk Marisol into a waltz. Apparently she has control issues, but she follows okay if I don’t try anything funky. Then I see a milk chocolate hand tap Marisol’s moon-kissed shoulder, so I sweep Solange into the dance. She’s as easy to lead as Trina, and we end up doing some fairly complicated turns before the music ends, and I dip her and kiss her deeply. After that we enjoy the music, dancing when the mood strikes, singing along on a couple and doing what the Germans call ‘schunkling’ - holding each other as we sway from side to side. We kill a second magnum of champagne.

  The concert ends, and the crowd begins to disperse. Kristina asks the ladies to gather round. “Ladies, Jack asked me on this date because I told him that I would require wine and roses before I made love to him. As Trina predicted, I didn’t quite make it.” The Ravens all chuckle knowingly. “I asked Jack to make love to me this afternoon, and we did - several times.” There is a chorus of raucous hoots from all the ladies. Kristina raises her hands, “Thank you. Thank you. Now!” The noise drops. “One of the things I told Jack is that I would make love to him anywhere. I specifically mentioned ‘over the rail at the auditorium’ and ‘a crowded bar.’ I find that those particular circumstances neither one appeal to me at the moment, but I do want to make love to Jack right here, right now, in front of my loving family. Will you honor my wish?” There is an excited, hushed chorus of ‘oh yes’ comments. “Thank you, my Loves. Corrina, do you still have them for me?”

  “Yes, Queen of the Hearth.”

  “Okay then,” Kristina continues. “Solange, if you will ensure we have a secure door.”

  “Yes, Krissie.”

  “And Myra and Trina, Queen of the Fae and Queen of the Seraglio, please help me remove my dress.”

  She turns to face me with her eyes locked on mine. “Do you want this, Jack?”

  I walk to her and kiss her desperately. “Always, my love. Always with you.” She holds her arms straight out to her side as Myra unzips the back of her dress. Corrina reaches into her décolletage to retrieve the lipstick just before Trina and Myra slide the dress down her body to reveal Kristina standing in her pearl choker, a corset matching the dress, stockings, and heels with the rosebud still in her hair. Myra helps her step out as Trina rescues the dress from the floor. Corrina slides a matching velvet elbow-length glove onto her left arm as Myra slides one on her right. Then Kristina extends her left hand for me to grasp. I pull her to me, and she leans into my chest.

  Breathlessly, she says “Come with me, my Lord!” She prances to the bar and sits back, giving me the ‘come hither’ motion. I see two Ravens in my periphery holding phones like they are capturing video. As I stand before her, Kristina drops to her knees before me, opens my trousers, and pulls out a growing Little Jack. Someone pulls my jacket off, and then my shoulder rig. I grab my braces and slide them off my shoulders, letting my trousers drop. Kristina pops Little Jack into her mouth, laving and sucking him vigorously.

  Suddenly she stops, pops to her feet, spins around and lays her body flat on the bar. She spreads her feet as far as she can, exclaiming “Your sacrifice is ready, my Lord! Use me! Break me! Destroy me!” as she wiggles her taut ass at me.

  I kick out of my shoes, trousers, and boxers. I take note that it’s Corrina and Daphne with the phones as I step up, grasping Kristina’s hip with my left as I line up Little Jack with my right. Kristina’s pussy is open wide and dripping. “Please, Jack!” she begs. “I need you, my Lord!” I rub the tip in her juices and smear them around her opening, then center on her. I push into her tight gash with one long thrust until I’m hilted in her. She grips me hard as she groans and shakes on the bar.

  I grab her ass in both hands and squeeze as I slowly pull out of her. I reverse direction and slide my hands up her ass and then her back covered in the satiny corset until they rest on her shoulders as I reach my forward limit. I lay down on top of her and slide my hands to her arms and stretch them straight out to her sides. I whisper “Do not move, my Treasure. Do not make a sound. Just lie here, look beautiful, and take all the love I have to give you.” I nuzzle her neck. “Do you understand, my Treasure.” She squirms beneath me and whines.

  I slide my hands back in to her shoulders and then slide them back down her back as she squirms under my hands. “Don’t move, Darling.” I think that makes her squirm more. My hands grab her waist as I back my hips out to the limits of what still keeps me in her. She whines and lifts her hips for me. I spank both of her ass cheeks sharply and then slam into her.

  “Uh!” she groans.

  “Quiet!” I spank each cheek. “Stop moving!” I spank them again. “Just receive, my Love.” I caress her pink cheeks. “Surrender to me, Krissie!” I hear a groan from Daphne, as I pull back again. I pull her hips to me as I slam into her. I spit into my hand three times as I slowly pull back out. I tilt my hand down and let the spit run down my hand into her little rosebud. I hold onto her hips and rest my thumb in the pool of her asshole before slamming into her again. Then I back out, press in a little and slam again. Back out, press my thumb into her rosebud a little bit and slam again. I repeat this several times, circling her rosebud and pressing in half-way to the first knuckle of my thumb as I pound her. She’s squirming and whining incessantly, but I’m too lost in her to realize I should be spanking her some more. I pound her repeatedly, slowly picking up the tempo. She can’t hold it in any more, and starts moaning. I jam my thumb into her all the way and let myself go, pounding as hard and as fast as I can once, twice, thrice, BOOM! I drop down onto her back and wrap my hand around her mouth. I gasp out “Let it out, my Love,” as my hips thrust and pump into her. She screams into my hand as her anus and pussy clench around me, and she squirts her release all over my thighs.

  I pump into her repeatedly. She squirts over and over and screams until she is hoarse. Our spasms slow and then stop. I pull my thumb out her and wrap my arms under her. “Krissie, my heart. You destroy me, not the other way around, my Love.”

  She shakes her head slowly and gasps, “No.” She keeps shaking her head as she reaches back with her right hand to cup my head tenderly. She turns her head slowly, quivering while she clenches her fingers in my short hair. Kristina looks at me with soft liquid eyes. I kiss her, slowly running my tongue into her mouth to caress hers. We both open our eyes as we continue to kiss. A satisfied smile slowly grows in her eyes and on her lips.

  “What?” I ask her.

  “Perfect.” She says between kisses.

  “Hmmm?” I ask in a demonstration of eloquence.

  “You,” she says. “In me. Surrounded by love. Perfect.”

  I feel a soft hand stroking my ass as I hear Myra’s voice, “Beloved, we need to go before long. You might want to start pulling yourself together.”

  “Nooooo,” moans Kristina.

  I chuckle. “Isn’t that bar a little hard, Krissie?”

  She nods, “And you’re in me. And on me. Perfect!”

  I kiss her again. Corrina is sitting on the bar next to us now. I look up to see her holding the video camera down on us. She says, “I need you to get up, so I can lick you clean, Krissie.”

  Kristina smiles and answers with a “Hmmm. ‘kay.”

  I kiss her again and push myself up, before pulling out of her. Little Jack still has his head in the game. Krissie still has his full attention, if you know what I mean. Daphne is filming me while Corrina focuses on filming Kristina.

  Daphne asks Kristina, �
�Krissie, may I have permission to clean Jack?”

  Kristina pushes into a Cobra posture on the bar top and looks to her left to scrutinize Daphne with narrow eyes and pursed lips. Then she gives Daphne a brilliant smile and tells her, “Of course, Precious,” using my pet name for Daphne. “Thank you for the courtesy of asking.”

  Daphne leans in and kisses her before telling her, “I had an orgasm watching him spank and fuck you. He spanked me a lot harder. Do you think he would beat my ass and fuck me?” I’m pretty sure Daphne didn’t intend to video the corner of the ceiling she is pointing her phone at. I step out of the puddle in my wet socks.

  “Get to it Daphne. Time is short,” orders Corrina.

  “Yes, Captain.” Daphne pushes herself up from where she was folded onto the bar beside Kristina for their conversation. She looks at the camera. “I guess we’ll have to edit the ceiling out of this,” as she points it back towards my cock.

  Trina hands my boxers to me as Daphne drops to her knees, sucking Little Jack deep into her wet, warm mouth before her knees touch the floor. Myra snags the phone and focuses it on the main event rather than having it plastered to my hip. Kristina is sitting on the edge of the bar leaning back on her hands with her lip in her teeth, so she can alternate between watching Daphne’s activities and Corrina’s. They’ve slid to the side, so Geri and Charli can mop up Lake Kristina.

  Daphne is building her oral skills. She was technically a virgin before Thanksgiving, but she is a fast and eager learner. Little Jack has no complaints until she stops and declares me clean. Apparently, all the ladies except Krissie and Corinna need to inspect her work with their hands, but eventually I am allowed to pull my boxers and trousers on. Daphne removes my socks, wrings them out and tamps them dry with paper towels before putting them back on my feet. They’re almost dry. I put on my shoes and stand. Trina holds my shoulder rig open, so I can slide into it. Myra holds my jacket for me to slide into. Once I’m all put together, I pull Myra to me and kiss her deeply. I hold her a moment and just look into her sparkling grey eyes.

  “How are you doing my Queen?”

  Myra grins before responding, “I could only be happier if we were like this every day, all of us together in our own home.”

  “Patience, Beloved. We will get there sooner than you think.”

  She nods, “But not soon enough to suit any of us.” She whispers, “Do you have the ring?”

  I pat my inside coat pocket and nod once I confirm. She asks, “Are you nervous? Our marriage was rather impromptu. This will be rather more deliberate.”

  I ask her softly, “Regrets we didn’t do the big ceremony, my Love?”

  She squeezes me again, “Never! I would have married you on that first plane if I thought I could have.”

  “Erica could have been your maid of honor.”

  She laughs, “I do wonder about that ‘road not taken’ from time to time.”

  I grin, “She is still waiting for you, my Slutty Fairy Queen. I’ll check with her tomorrow to see what her schedule is. If she is free, maybe you can come with me.”

  She shakes her head ruefully. “I’ve just about got this concord pulled together. I’ll be crashing on logistics, confirmations, and lots of networking-slash-check-in calls until the solstice. A little under a week, then I am taking that vacation with you!” She kisses me and slides out of my embrace.

  Kristina is on her feet, and Daphne and Corrina are helping her back into her dress. She flashes me a seductive look. “This is all yours for the taking, my Lord.”

  I nod. “Mine”

  Trina is standing to the side of me with her fingers twisted in front of her waist with a wistful look in her eyes. I pull her into an embrace and let all my love for her pour out of my mouth and into hers. I take a breath and ask, “You okay, Pet?”

  She’s trembling in my arms, “I wanted to lay down next to her and have you take me like that, too. Maybe down on stage. I am such a mess, Master.”

  “You just need your Master to pay attention to you, Pet.” She has a leg wrapped around me and is rubbing her pubis on my hip. “Did you forget I love you, Trina?”

  She shakes her head. “Never, Master! I’m just a greedy, needful, slut-bitch. I love Krissie so much, and I want her to be happy. I’m just not right in the head.”

  I kiss her, “Your head is perfectly normal, Pet. We all want to be special. You’re just lucky that you not only ARE special, but you’re surrounded by other special, loving people that love you and want to make love to you.”

  She smiles, “You always make me feel better, Jack. Thank you.”

  “Hmmm,” I say. “Now you owe me, Pet.”

  “Always, Master.” She peels off me with a seductive sidelong look. I reach into my pocket to pull out the ring box before I step up to stand in front of Kristina. Corrina pulls her left glove off her arm. Kristina opens her mouth to say something, but Daphne puts a finger on her mouth and shakes her head.

  I clasp her left hand in mine and genuflect in front of her. I look into her shocked eyes, “Kristina, my love. I wanted you from the moment I met you. It took me a while to get back to you after that first meeting, but I’m certain that despite all that happened in between and since, I am destined to be right here, on my knee, offering you my love for a lifetime. I can’t promise you a normal life. I can’t promise there won’t be dreadful trials ahead of us. I can’t promise there won’t be friction in our complicated, wonderful household. I can promise you that whatever happens, I will be there to protect you, to support you, to love you with all my ability. I can promise you will be surrounded by love for the rest of your days.” I present the diamond. “Will you marry me?”

  Kristina collapses onto me nodding. She showers me with kisses, “Yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes, Jack! Oh yes, my darling man!” I pull her onto my left knee and slide down her arm to hold her left hand. I pull the ring from the box with my teeth, set the box aside, and take the ring in my hand. My hand shakes as I slide the perfectly-sized ring onto her finger. I think, ‘Thank you, Acorn and Persimmon.’ Then I wrap her up in both arms and kiss her again. The ladies cheer.

  As the applause dies down, we hear a strange imperious voice ask, “So what exactly are we celebrating” All the Sidhe of the Winter Court turn to face the voice and drop to a seiza, nearly prostrate.

  Chapter 6 - Ariana

  I stand to face a coldly beautiful dark-haired woman with moon-kissed skin. I smile at the resemblance to Myra’s face. Less so Megan’s, but it’s still there. “Ladies, please get up off the floor.” I put just a hint of a command into it, hoping they respond.

  I step to the Winter Queen. “Hello. We’re celebrating that Ms. Unterberg just agreed to marry me. I’m Jack Jerome,” extending my hand.

  She replies, “I’m Ariana Nessus.”

  “Ah,” I reply. “The boss and the mom. Megan was telling me you are a force of nature. I didn’t realize that you had that effect on your employees and family. Myra was telling me that you have her running all over the world making deals between your organization’s members. I imagine you must be very busy with a global empire.”

  She purses her lips as she looks at Kristina with disapproval. All the warmth is gone from my eyes when she turns back to me. She tilts her head to consider me. “Interesting,” she says. She addresses Christie, “Crystal. How pleasant to see you again. We hadn’t heard of you for a while. We thought perhaps Megan had wised up and dumped you, maybe in favor of this new client she’s been gushing about. If this is him and you’re here, we guess not.”

  I step into her line of site, “Ariana, I don’t care how big your empire is. You don’t get permission to come into my private party and abuse my guests. Unless of course you expect me to do the same. I’m happy to reciprocate if you prefer.”

  She looks at me like she might squish me like a bug as her eyes glow with the bright light of the moon. “Listen and obey me, you little bug.” ‘I knew she was thinking of a bug!’ “You will run as
far from here as fast as you can until the sun rises. Then you will lay there until someone comes for you. You will forget you ever saw me. Now go!”

  Her influence charm was nearly as powerful as Laurel’s. Now I can sense the differences in how they trigger pretty well. Winter’s version is designed to leave no tracks or damage behind; it’s a finesse move. Summer’s is more like a bulldozer.

  I tilt my head at her, then launch forward picking her off the floor with my right hand by the throat and slamming her relatively gently into the wall behind her. “Ariana, I really don’t think I’ll be doing any of those things.” I worm my way into her mind, mimicking what she tried on me. “Can you feel what I’m doing, Ariana? Do you feel me taking over your mind?” She’s rending the flesh of my hand and my jacket sleeve with her clawed nails.

  “Relax Ariana.” She does. “Just relax, dear.” I assess her the health of her mind. “Oh gracious. Summer has been driving through your brain and left ruts behind. I’m not sure you’ll ever be truly sane again without a lot of work on my part. I want you to hold this idea in your subconscious, Ariana. The Summer Queen or the Summer Lady are trying to destroy your mind. Nod, if you have that locked into your subconscious.” She does nod. “You need to be loved by someone that cares for you deeply. Do you have someone like that?” She shrugs, and tears well in her cold grey eyes. “Trina’s mom?” I ask. The tears run down her face as she nods once. “You will mend that relationship, Ariana. You need her. Win her back before she is lost to you forever. You will hold that command and work towards it and keep working on it even if you think it is impossible - even when you think you have her.” She nods.

  “Do you think you deserve love, Ariana?” She shakes her head. I let her slide down until her feet are holding her up. “Why not?”