by S Cinders
I gave his balls a tender squeeze and sucked him as deep as I could do. He cursed loudly, coming hard and fast into my mouth until I couldn’t hold it all and some leaked out the side.
Peter was panting. His hands still tangled in my hair as he raised me and watched my lick the remnants of his seed on my lips.
“I do love you,” I whispered.
Peter’s eyes turned predatory, and I watched as his dick began to grow once more.
“How is that possible?” I gasped.
“There are many benefits to fairy drink,” Peter rasped against my lips. “I hope you don’t plan on going to bed tonight.”
And why would I? We were just invading the island tomorrow.
But I couldn’t have given a shit because Peter loved me, and I bloody well loved every inch of him in return.
CHAPTER 22 – Peter
I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN better than to drink so much rum. It had been a long time since I had partaken of fairy food or drink, so it wasn’t shocking that I reacted like an untried youth.
The fae has an almost cruel sense of humor. I have often thought that it comes from living too long. The senses become dull, and the fae feels that they must do more, bite harder, and fight longer for any of it to have any meaning.
This is also true in their lovemaking. The fae is and always has been notoriously savage in their fucking. It is usually balls to the wall, hair pulling, and often marks were left behind to show for it.
When Ebony’s lips had wrapped around my dick, I knew I was in trouble. I hadn’t allowed such liberties with a woman in a long time. Sure, I fucked women here or there, but this was off the table. It brought a certain level of intimacy that left one vulnerable.
With vulnerability comes abandonment, and the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt a woman. It was safer that I stayed away from that practice, until her. Not only had Ebony sucked me off like a champion, I hadn’t fucked her face raw.
Considering the length of time, it had been since I had a blowjob and the fairy drink. I knew that this was different, she was the one for me. I couldn’t have stopped what happened next if I wanted too. And the good Lord knew, I had waited several lifetimes for my one true love.
I wasn’t about to let her slide between my fingers.
My lips tasted my release on her tongue, and it only made me hotter. My fingers dug into her shapely hips as I sat up and she straddled my body.
I could smell her arousal mixed with sex and need. It was every bit as heady and intoxicating as the drink had been.
Her large breasts brushed against my chest, and I felt the hardened peaks lightly scrape my skin. Ebony was perfect. From her messy chestnut hair that fell in bedroom waves down to the middle of her back. Down to her tiny toes that were slightly crooked and overlapped a little.
She had a mole on the side of her mouth that I licked before plundering her depths again. There was something so decadent about making love to someone you loved. Everything felt new again. I felt alive.
Tiny gasps of pleasure escaped her bowed lips as I made my way down her neck with my tongue and teeth. I allowed my other hand to slip inside of her heat and smiled when I felt just how wet she was for me.
Her pussy was throbbing, aching and those mewling noises turned into raw groans as my fingers plundered her depths. Her core ached and sucked on my fingertips as I fucked her ever so softly, but deep enough for her to arch her back and thrust those perfect breasts towards my mouth.
I could be a gentleman, but with Ebony, I preferred being the pirate. I latched onto one of her nipples and began to suck, my fingers plunging deeper as I added a third to the mix.
“Fuck, Peter, that feels so amazing!” her hips were writhing in my lap as she rode my hand with abandon.
I bit her nipple gently and was rewarded with a gush of sweet nectar from her pussy. My hands were making a squelching noise as they pumped in and out of her. I began to nibble the other breast. All the while rubbing that tight little clit with my thumb and tapping my fingers high inside of her pussy.
She screamed my name, throwing her head back and her nipple popped out of my mouth with a resounding sound. I continued to finger her until she shied away from my hand. Aftershocks still rocking her body.
I picked her up and laid her down on the coverlet and then kissed my way down her glorious frame until I could part those lovely thighs.
“I’m too sensitive!” she tried closing her legs.
But I licked her gently, and with a long moan, her thighs fell back open sharing every inch of her pink perfection.
I tenderly licked her folds, not touching her clit that was over sensitized from her orgasm. Ebony began to move her hips slowly to the rhythm of my tongue. Effortlessly sexy, I watched her body dance as I sucked her pink pussy into my mouth and began to eat her core.
Her arousal was coating my tongue, and I fucking loved it. I picked up her hips and straightened my tongue thrusting it inside of her. When her moves became more frantic, I knew that she was ready.
Moving my mouth up to her clit, I worried it with the flat of my tongue and then sucked it deep inside of my mouth.
Her hands shot to my hair while her thighs closed around my head. Her screams were hoarse as she rode out this next orgasm, fucking my face with abandon. When she could handle no more, I placed her right leg over her left, raising it high.
“What are you doing?” her voice was breathy and her eyes tired but filled with lust.
“I am going to fuck you sideways,” the words were more of a growl. “I am going to fuck you so hard Ebony that you will never doubt who is your equal. You will never want any other man because my cock will reach places in you that you never imagined. When you see the faint bruises on your hips from my fingers you will know who you belong to.”
With that, I rammed my aching cock deep inside of her. I saw the surprise, and faint wince before her mouth dropped open, and a guttural cry escaped her lips. Hell, yeah, she was into it.
I couldn’t contain myself as I thrust into her deeper and harder with each pass. I was so deep inside of her. I almost felt as though I would die if I couldn’t find a way to merge our bodies or souls into one.
Ebony’s hands reached up, and she raked her nails down my chest leaving long tracks.
“More,” her eyes sparkled, and I could have sworn that I saw a hint of fire in them.
If she wanted more, I was happy to deliver it. I picked up her legs and shoved them over my shoulders. Then with her lying on her back, I picked her up so that only her shoulders remained on the bed.
Pumping my cock long and deep I felt her body clench around me.
“Fuck!” I was holding on by a thread, but I didn’t want it to be over yet.
Ebony was panting, clutching at the sheets, while her hair matted her forehead with sweat. I had never seen her more beautiful. Suddenly, I had a vision of her heavy with child. Her body rounded beautifully, her mouth smiling, and her eyes filled with love.
My release slammed through me, and I came so hard that I saw black dots in front of my eyes.
Ebony’s pussy clenched around me, milking out every drop as she convulsed, my orgasm bringing on her own.
I didn’t want to pull out. I never wanted to be separated from her. Not by distance, or family, or because I happened to be fae.
“I love you,” I rasped. Her breasts were heaving and her eyes cloudy as she tried to focus on what I was saying.
“I love you, too,” Ebony pushed her hair back and reached for a cloth.
I reluctantly got up and grabbed something so that I could clean us up before gathering her close.
“I know it’s only been a month, but Ebony, you are mine and I am yours. I don’t know where we will live or how this will work. But I want to marry you if you will have me.”
She stilled in my arms, and I knew I had surprised her.
Shit.
I spoke too soon. I shouldn’t have let my emotions run away with me. But I hadn’t
started feeling emotions this strongly until she came into my club. I had thought things like this were beyond my reach. But Ebony changed everything.
Here I was throwing it away because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I needed to be patient.
“We don’t have to talk it about it right now,” I rushed on. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or unsure. I am an idiot for forcing this conversation.”
Ebony turned and looked directly into my eyes as she placed a finger on my lips halting my words. My breath caught, and she lightly traced my lips.
“I am tired, and you have had a lot to drink,” she began cautiously.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Ebony, look,” I didn’t even know what I was going to say.
She gave me a stern look, and I shut up.
“But Peter, if you still feel this way when the current mess we are in is over. My answer will be,” her cheeks flushed, and she looked down for a moment and bit her lip. “I love you, Peter—yes, the answer is yes.”
Part 2
CHAPTER 23 – Tinkerbell
CHARLIE WAS SNORING again, and Nate and Tom were feeling frisky. There are only so many times I can pretend not to hear them having sex.
These lost boys are free with their loving. I mean that every bit amongst themselves as well as others. For a while, it had been a kick to be one of their playthings.
Tom kissed much like he fucked, fast and furious. Nate was sweet and gentle. And Charlie, he was passionate and hung like a horse.
But despite their sexual gifts, they didn’t care for me any more than they did anyone else.
When I walked in on them fucking each other the first time. Tom had grinned and asked me to join him and Nate. Charlie was standing near the two lovers stroking his long cock.
When I demurred, Tom shrugged and turned to Charlie who jumped in. It couldn’t have been clearer to me than in that moment that I could be anyone. They didn’t want Tinkerbell. They needed a warm hole to place their dicks, and they weren’t particular to where they found it.
I watched as Tom thrust his cock into Nate’s tight ass and Charlie got on his knees and took Nate’s cock into his mouth. It was arousing, and sad at the same time.
I didn’t wait until the grand finale and hadn’t slept with any of them since.
Perhaps this journey was to be an awakening for me as well? I had watched Ebony change as she embraced her femininity. When the truth of her parentage came in question, and she took it all in stride.
She had been incredibly kind to me. In my life, I had been treated many ways, but kind is not often one of them.
Tinker’s are the lowest on the fairy food chain. I don’t remember my family, nor do I remember friends.
But I do remember Puck.
Nate moaned long and loud, and I sat up from my hammock.
Tom raised an eyebrow in invitation when I saw them wrapped up together on the berth.
I smiled but shook my head and quietly made my way to the door.
“Are we bothering you?” Nate’s voice was worried, he was a gentle soul.
Again, I shook my head, “No, I have a bit of a headache. I think some fresh air will be just the thing. I will return shortly.”
Nate and Tom had already gone back to kissing when the door shut.
I noiselessly made my way down the corridor towards the stairs leading to the deck. The closer I got to fresh air the more I knew it had been the right decision. I needed to make some changes.
I didn’t like who I had become, and I wasn’t sure when that had happened.
I stared at the night sky, careful not to get too close to the ships edge. I had no wish to have an arrow through my heart. Even though Silver had assured us that we were far enough out to sea, I didn’t trust it.
If something could go wrong, it would go wrong with me wrapped up tightly along with it.
“Hello, Little Light,” his dark voice wrapped around me like a cloak.
I whipped my head around to see Puck leaning against the wall.
“You can’t take me,” I hated the fear in my voice, “Ebony will stop you!”
His brow wrinkled, “Not Peter?”
I rolled my eyes, “I have long since lost all hope for the men in my life.”
Puck’s violet eyes gleamed, “You have sworn off men?”
I hated how he tied me in knots, “No, I don’t trust men. I have never had one be loyal to me.”
He blinked, and I saw something strange. I wasn’t certain if it was sorrow or regret, but it wasn’t something I had ever seen from the infamous Puck before.
“Why are you here?” I demanded bravely.
“Do you ever think about those days?” his tone was whiskey soaked and threatened to drown me.
“No,” I said firmly. But it was a lie.
Did I remember how it was when we were together? Puck was part of the royal court, and I was lower than a servant, a mere slave. How could I not remember? There were times when he had held me so close. There were other times when I would feel the tenderness in his gentle caress of my hand.
“You don’t recall the nights my head rested between your silky thighs lapping up your cream? You don’t ever think about riding my cock, your breasts bouncing with every thrust?”
I gave him my iciest glare, “It must not have been that memorable.”
Puck’s eyes narrowed, and I expected him to say something cutting. That was his way.
There were too many times when his sharp wit had left me in tears. Puck had never lifted a hand to me. But he had made it clear that I was the slave and he the master.
“As you say,” he turned his head away, and I caught his devastatingly handsome profile.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I demanded hotly.
Puck’s violet eyes met mine, “It was a long time ago, Tinkerbell. Perhaps, I have romanticized the past. I will leave you to your quiet.”
He shoved off the wall, barely brushing past me, but my skin felt scorched. My reactions to this man were like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t allow him to burn me again, and so I said nothing.
But it didn’t stop me from watching his every step.
I made my way back down to the cabin I shared with the boys. They had gone between ships during the voyage, but for this night they chose to be together. I heard the action before opening the door.
One guttural cry I knew had to come from Charlie. He must have awoken and joined the fray.
Suddenly, I was exhausted. I laid my forehead against the wooden door. I had no wish to join them in person or spirit. I just wanted to get some sleep. When was the last time I had been able to rest? The sad thing was, I couldn’t remember.
“You can have my berth,” that voice again, he consistently dogged my steps.
“I am not sleeping with you,” my whisper was laced with daggers.
Puck stepped out of the darkness, “I didn’t say I would be in it.”
I scoffed, “You are telling me that you will allow me to take your bed? Me, a lowly slave taking the bed of a noble lord of fairy?”
His jaw tightened, and he stepped forward, “You are not a slave, Tinkerbell.”
“And we are not in fairy,” my words hung between us, “I won’t allow you to trick me again.”
The muscle on the side of his cheek ticked, but he remained calm.
“Tinkerbell, you are in need of rest. There are dark circles under your eyes. I am only offering you a place to sleep.”
“And you climb into my bed when I have drifted off?” I laughed harshly, “I know that game already.
“Did I do this to you?” Puck ran a hand through his hair. “Did I make you into this cynical woman that cannot see a hand of kindness when offered?”
Puck hadn’t been unkind, but kind—no. I was a slave, little more than a possession. One didn’t care about their possessions and certainly not their slaves.
“Life has made me into who I am,” I felt my
lips tremble, and I tightened them. I wasn’t going to cry. I never cried.
“I give you my word as a member of the royal court that I will not allow anyone to disturb the room you are resting in. No one will enter, and you will have your sleep. Is that agreeable to you?”
I was tempted. My body felt bruised, and at that moment I felt every one of my thousand years.
“You swear?” I blurted out taking a step forward.
“I swear,” was his solemn vow.
Minutes later I found myself wrapped in blankets of the softest silk. These were straight from fairy, and it had been an achingly long time since I had felt their softness and been cradled by their warmth.
But it was nothing compared to the scent of Robin Goodfellow. He was the only man I have ever loved, and the person who had shattered my heart.
Little Light, if he only knew my light had gone out long ago.
CHAPTER 24 – Tinkerbell
“I HAVE BROUGHT YOU a surprise, Little Light.”
I glanced up to see Puck entering his apartments. I had spent much of the day working on a clock mechanism that was broken and I hadn’t located the problem yet. I was irritated, cranky, and lonely—not the best combination.
“I don’t like surprises,” I huffed turning my back to him, picking up a wrench.
His laughter coated my frayed nerves, “You love surprises. What has you all wrapped up and turned inside out?”
I showed him the little wooden clock.
His eyes narrowed, “Where did you find that?”
I gave an infinitesimal shrug, “In your things.”
“I thought that I forbade you from searching my stuff, Tinkerbell,” his eyes held a hint of irritation.
“I needed something to do,” my eyes flashed to him. “Why are you keeping me here, Puck? You have no use for a Tinker fairy.”
His mouth tightened, and I noted the firmness of his chin. Puck’s black hair was swept away from his face and his cheekbones were prominent. There was something dangerously masculine about him.
“You are mine, Tinkerbell,” he growled setting the small bag to the side. “I don’t need to answer your questions.