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Briar Rose and His Not-So-Charming Prince

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by Scarlet Hyacinth


  But I wasn’t sad anymore. How could I be, when I had so much to be thankful for? I had two beautiful healthy children and a brave, gorgeous mate who loved me. We’d started a new life together, and whatever tears I shed from this point on would be caused by happiness. And right now, there was nothing I could feel except that happiness and lust, so much lust, the absolute desire to be one with my mate.

  Leonard obviously must have felt the same, because he gestured for me to spread my legs. I eagerly did so, lifting them in the air and exposing my nether opening to him. In my enthusiasm, I practically bent myself in half—which wasn’t hard, as I’d always been very limber. However, Leonard wasn’t too happy about my choice. He immediately supported my legs on his shoulders, all the while earnestly scanning my face. I knew what he was looking for. Just the day before, I’d suffered from an incision that had almost killed me. Earlier, I’d been so tired that the mere idea of standing in the palace with the Arthurian royal family had seemed like a pretty unbearable burden. Even so, Leonard needn’t have worried. My desire for him superseded anything else. Truly, I’d have thought I was pollinating again if I hadn’t known better.

  That unbearable thirst gave me a strength I didn’t even know I had. I somehow managed to gather my thoughts and said, “Come on, Leonard. Fuck me.”

  In response, Leonard slid two fingers into my channel. “No. I’m going to make love to you.”

  He scissored his digits inside me, stretching my passage, preparing me with the same care and gentleness, the same worshipful love that he had shown me not only today, but from our very first meeting. My body was relaxed after my first orgasm, so it opened up to Leonard with ease. Even so, my mate didn’t rush. He crooked his fingers, rubbing my gland with an almost merciless thoroughness. I tried to move back against the invasion, but I couldn’t get enough momentum or friction to satisfy me.

  “P–please,” I stammered. “Leonard!”

  Finally, Leonard took mercy on us both. He slicked up his cock with my natural lubrication and positioned the thick tip of his erection at my opening. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid home.

  A million sensations and emotions filled me as Leonard’s dick pierced my body. I had to admit there was a measure of physical discomfort. After all, several months had passed since we’d last been together. But that was only one layer of what I experienced. When Leonard stilled inside him, I sensed his concern. When his jaw twitched just so, I felt his desire for me warring with his protectiveness. When my cock rubbed against his abdomen, pleasure sizzled over my nerve endings. And when he brushed his lips over mine, I was seized by the most profound feeling of gratitude in existence.

  And then, Leonard started to move in and out of me, slowly, steadily, setting an unrushed pace. Just like he had said, he didn’t fuck me—he made love to me. Even as his cock penetrated my body over and over, his gaze never wavered, never wandered from my face. Our bond was alight with his feelings for me, and mine for him.

  Every time Leonard thrust inside me, he struck my prostate, pouring renewed waves of pleasure over me. I pushed back against his dick, trying to get him deeper, always deeper. I didn’t even know if it was possible. Leonard had already gotten so deep inside me, in more ways than one. Even still, I hungered for more, for everything Leonard was and would ever be. And yet, I surrendered to his mastery of me, letting him set the pace, relaxing into his thrusts, just like he’d told me.

  It wasn’t like our previous times together. Not that we’d been together a lot, but I remembered each and every second I spent with Leonard with crystal clarity. The first time we’d made love, we’d been in the dream world, so the experience had been filtered through the veil of our slumber. Then, we’d coupled during my pollination, and while it had been beautiful, the moment remained tainted by the witch’s manipulations. But now…Now, we came together in a dance that went beyond the sexual. It was a promise made to each other, that we would never allow anything to part us again.

  Slowly, the passion and the gentleness melted together, until I couldn’t really distinguish either of the two. Or maybe I couldn’t tell the difference between Leonard and myself anymore. Our emotions, our desires and memories simply became one. The scent of his sweat and the sound of his grunts enveloped me so completely that I forgot about my own sense of identity.

  I was distantly aware that my vines were still caressing Leonard, but it was only my desire to touch my mate all over that guided them now. My consciousness, my rational mind had long ago become lost in the utter perfection of my mate, in his strength, the deceptive softness of his skin, and the generous heart hiding underneath his stoic exterior.

  I couldn’t have called this moment anything else except magical. As Leonard rocked in and out of me, I felt hypnotized, like my soul entwined with his just like our bodies came together in the most intimate act two men could possibly engage in. I would have said it was a dream—but no, it felt so much better than that. It was so very real, and it held a level of love, promise, and understanding that we hadn’t acknowledged when we’d actually been in the dream world.

  When my orgasm came, it took me completely by surprise. Oddly, it felt like my mind and heart had been distracted by the emotions Leonard brought out inside me, and my body had just decided to catch up. For lack of a better simile, it was like Leonard had guided me along a gentle river that had suddenly ended in a roaring waterfall.

  Because that was what my climax felt like, falling, falling, engulfed by a sexual pleasure so potent it could only be compared to the raw intensity of nature itself. Overwhelmed, I clung to Leonard as jets of cum spurted out of my dick, painting my abdomen and his chest with my seed. Leonard thrust inside me one last time and with one last groan, found his peak as well, filling my nether channel with his essence.

  The orgasm was so strong that it should have been scary. It wasn’t. Just like he had promised, Leonard was there to catch me when I fell. Our bond pulsed with our togetherness, with my magic, with our shared pleasure, but also our desires for the future, for ourselves, and for our children. Never before had I felt so alive, so utterly in tune with my powers, and so in love.

  When I finally started to come down from the high of my ecstasy, I felt at peace. As Leonard slid out of me, I didn’t even wince. I was too content and too utterly sated to feel any sort of displeasure.

  My mate fell by my side, and we lay together on the grass, breathing hard. For the longest time, nothing broke our comfortable silence except that, our harsh breaths. Leonard’s fingers twined with mine as we stared up at the Arthurian sky, and it occurred to me that it was as beautiful as the one in the Dryad Kingdom had been.

  “Thank you, Briar,” Leonard said, finally breaking the silence. “You have no idea what it means to me that you were willing to take such a chance to be with me.”

  “Actually, I do,” I replied with a cheeky grin.

  And, indeed, I knew. Our connection made sure that I was aware of all of his wishes and his doubts, especially now. I supposed it should have been strange. There were so many things about Leonard that I had never learned through practical experience. Our bond was a shortcut, and a beautiful one at that, but I wanted to see and know everything it couldn’t show me. Leonard’s likes and dislikes, his past and future, the way he ate, what he liked to read, whether or not he snored at night—the big and little things that made up a relationship between two people who loved each other.

  “You will,” Leonard promised me. “We have all the time in the world now.”

  And in that moment, as our lips met for another kiss, I knew that he was completely right.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  A native Romanian, Scarlet was born in 1986 and grew up an avid fan of Karl May and Jules Verne, reading fantasy stories and adventure.

  Later, when she was out of fantasy stories to read, she delved into her mother’s collection of books and, of course, stumbled onto romance.
r />   As a writer though, Scarlet Hyacinth was born one sunny summer day, when a dear friend of hers—the same friend who introduced her to GLBT fiction—suggested they start writing a story of their own. As it turns out, the two friends never did finish that particular story, but Scarlet discovered she had a knack for writing and ended up starting to write individually. And so, between working on her dissertation, studying for exams, and reading yaoi manga, she started writing the Kaldor Saga. Along the way, Scarlet met a lot of wonderful people who supported her, and in the end, she found her story a home and, in the process, fulfilled a beautiful dream.

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