“Royd…please…just fuck me, oh gods, I can’t wait, just please…” She didn’t finish the plea. In one rough stroke, he thrust into her, forcing her walls apart, shattering her sanity. It seemed she would never stop coming, and that it still wouldn’t be enough. His voice raised in a triumphant cry that barely drowned out her own.
He thrust once, twice, smooth strokes that made every nerve in her body sing. She twisted beneath him, still not satisfied. Something was missing, something deeper, more.
His hand slid down her thigh toward her ass and she knew. The missing thing, the thing she needed to complete this fantasy. She twisted her hips slightly, urging his fingers closer.
Royd felt her movement, felt her need through the haze of his thoughts. He didn’t know if the connection between them was strengthened by the changes the wand had made in Prudence’s energy or if he just somehow knew her better than he’d ever known a woman before. It felt like a combination of both. Like she was the other half of himself, strong where he was weak, weak where he was strong, and just as desperate as he to connect, to explore every pleasure the world could possibly hold. Starting with the pleasures of the flesh.
His earlier headache disappeared. No room existed in his body for pain, for anything but the eager need crushing him as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, gathering her rich fluids on his skin, then slipped back down. She gasped against his lips as he entered her there, the tight ring contracting around his finger as her hot channel contracted around his cock.
He shifted his hips back while thrusting his finger forward, then reversed the movement. Pru’s legs opened wider, her hips bucking beneath him. He tasted lust on her tongue, on her skin, in the sweet breath panting from her mouth into his and wanted more than anything to possess her. To be inside her everywhere, to make her his in every possible way. He looked into her eyes, asking the question and getting her unhesitating answer.
Cold air against his wet, hot cock made him shiver as he pulled out of her, letting the blunt head slip down to where his thumb now rested. Pru bit her lip, her breath slowing, as Royd shifted his weight, giving himself enough counterbalance to move slowly. Gently. He did not want to hurt her.
She gasped when he slid the tip of his cock past the barrier.
“Do you want me to stop?” He thought he knew the answer, knew it from the way her hips tilted up toward him, but he wanted to hear it anyway.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
He inched farther in, feeling her squeeze around him. Her inner walls were different here, smoother somehow. Her entry was so much more resistant. “Do you want me all the way in, Prudence? All the way?” It thrilled him to see her frustration at his delay.
“All the way, yes, please,” she moaned. Her legs lifted again to wrap around him, her powerful calves trying to force him deeper.
A foot or so away lay the shiny pink vibrator she’d snatched from his hand on entering the room. Now he grabbed it, twisted the base the way he’d figured out when he was alone in the room. The vibrations made his hand warm.
“I wanted to use this on you,” he said softly. “I wanted to watch you use it on yourself. Will you do that for me? Will you let me watch you later?”
Her reply was nothing but a moan. It was perfectly clear. A thrill ran through his body. She would do whatever he wanted, whatever he asked and he would do the same.
Prudence’s eyes widened as he slipped the thing into his mouth. It tasted faintly of soap and whatever it was made of and sent little shocks through his body. Even more did the look on Prudence’s face as she watched him suck the large cock-shaped toy into his mouth.
For a long moment they stared at each other, Prudence still and open on the floor with his cock buried halfway in her ass. Her pulse beat against him, throbbing in time with the twisting of the vibrator’s head when he turned the other little ring at the base of it and withdrew it from his mouth. A droplet of saliva ran from its tip to fall onto Prudence’s exposed pussy. The entire length of the toy glistened as the tip swiveled. Prudence’s eyes widened.
This time he did not ask. He lowered his hand and, without taking his gaze from hers, thrust the vibrator into her cunt as far as it would go.
Prudence cried out, her body twisting. Royd grabbed her hips with his free hand and sank himself the rest of the way into her ass. Through her thin walls he felt the vibrator twist and buzz inside her, transferring its vibrations to his cock.
Pru’s entire body trembled. She was so close, he knew it, knew it as surely as he knew that he could not last much longer. An orgasm already built inside him, gathering energy from his head to his feet, swelling in his groin. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, carefully, feeling her body stretch and give around him. His muscles trembled with the effort it took not to ram into her, to give his cock what it wanted.
“Don’t hold back,” she panted. “Royd, don’t—”
With a growl he obeyed. He dug his fingers into the rough carpet on the floor and started moving, faster, harder, using his free hand to hold her steady and his pelvis to keep the vibrator in place with every thrust. She howled, whether in pleasure or pain he didn’t know, and somehow that drove him even higher, until his balls were hot weights beneath him and his vision blurred and shook.
He shifted his hand so his thumb could brush against her clit. That one slight touch was all she needed.
Her muscles squeezed him like a vise, clamping down so hard that, for a moment, he saw stars. Then there was nothing to see, nothing but light. He came, deep in her ass, great thick ropes of come that felt like they were being pulled from his throat. He came roaring her name with tears in his eyes, while she bucked and screamed beneath him, golden in the sun.
It went on forever, until Royd didn’t think he could take any more, until he was certain he literally would die if it did not stop. Until he was even more certain that if he died like this he would be the luckiest man in this world or his own. And then until he was certain he was dead and it was only Prudence’s warm body holding him that kept him from disappearing altogether.
Finally it ended, leaving him a quivering heap on the floor. His muscles did not want to move. He wasn’t sure he even had muscles anymore. Perhaps they had dissolved and been shot out of his cock along with everything else.
After a moment, Prudence stirred and he turned the vibrator off and slipped himself and it out of her. So his muscles were still there after all, that was good news. He rolled onto his back, drawing her into the circle of his arms.
“Prudence,” he said. “You are an amazing woman.”
She laughed softly, her breath warm on his chest. “I have to send you back with some good memories, don’t I?”
The words made something ping in his chest, something small and quiet but there nonetheless. “I suppose so,” he said. “I suppose you do.”
His headache was back.
Chapter Seven
“This was in the attic?” Kristof turned the cookie jar in his hand.
Kym recognized the gleam in his eye and her pussy clenched. She would definitely be rewarded for this one. “In a box,” she said. “In one of many boxes.”
“So she was hiding the good stuff.”
“Of course she was.” Kym placed the little bag of salt back in the wooden box and closed the lid, then picked up the bowl of water she’d just blessed with it. “I’m surprised she had the sense to keep it back.”
“Not everyone has your appraising eye, love.” Kristof took it from her, holding it in one hand while he appraised the cookie jar. “Or excellent taste.”
“So I did the right thing, then? I don’t know why I grabbed it, it just…called to me. And I’ve never stolen anything in my life.”
“It is unlike you.” He shrugged. “Next time she needs money, I’ll give her a better deal. We can’t exactly take it back to her, can we?”
“I don’t think she would let us in.” Kym giggled and slid her hand across the growing bulge in Kri
stof’s pants.
“I know where I’d like to get in,” he murmured, setting the little jar down. The sunlight through the window caught the gilding on the slightly askew lid’s rim, forcing Kym to look away. She’d never seen gilding sparkle so brightly.
Why was she looking at the jar again, anyway? There were far more important things to pay attention to, like the circle they were about to cast, the ritual they were about to perform. Sex magic, Kym’s favorite thing. Tonight they would be asking the Goddess to please influence the owners of the dress shop in town to have a sale. There was a lace gown Kym had her eye on for a garden party she wanted to hold, now that it was summertime.
Quickly, she drew the curtains and stripped off her clothes, watching as her boyfriend did the same. Stupid, patriarchal laws forced the coven members to work clothed, but Kym and Kristof both knew the only real way to work was skyclad. Magic didn’t work if clothes were worn.
Besides, with the type of spell they planned to do, clothes would get in the way. Already her upper thighs were damp with anticipation. It was all she could do not to slip her finger between her legs, between her soft, plump lips and give her clit a tug. She crossed her arms over her chest to stop herself.
Kristof smiled. His erection bobbed as he strode toward her. “Ready, sweet?”
She nodded, anticipation making her eyes feel bright.
Kristof walked the circle, chanting in a low voice, calling the guardians and the corners and the faeries. That wasn’t the way Bright Moon coven taught casting, but Kym and Kristof wanted to work with the Fae as often as possible. Who wouldn’t want those lovely, little winged things dancing in the air around them, smiling and giggling? Who wouldn’t like to have faerie servants?
Kristof lit the candles. Kym stayed where she was, watching his body move in the flickering light, the pale glow on his smooth skin… Wait a minute. Candlelight didn’t glow like that, did it?
“Kristof?”
He sighed. “Lord Wolfrunner when we’re communing with the powers, Lady Silver Unicorn. Please don’t forget.”
“Right, sorry, but Lord Wolfrunner, that cookie jar I brought home is glowing.”
* * * * *
“Here, take these,” Prudence said, placing two of the little Advil candies he’d seen earlier into his palm. Turned out they were medicine, although Royd had never seen medicine like them. “They’ll stop the headache. Just swallow them, wash them down with water.”
He popped them into his mouth, trusting her, and swallowed the way she indicated. They didn’t taste bad. Not as good as the ice cream he’d tasted the night before or the sandwich things she’d made him and certainly not as good as Prudence… His stomach rumbled.
Pru smiled and adjusted her bathrobe. Her hair hung in wet curls around her shoulders from her shower. He wanted to reach out and touch it. “We haven’t really eaten anything for hours and it’s almost seven. You stay here and soak for a few more minutes, and I’ll get us some food.”
“Like what?” He leaned his head back, enjoying the feel of the soft tub pillow resting there by some magic. Prudence told him it was suction cups and showed him how they worked, but there was no way such a thing had been invented by humans without any help.
“Hmmm…actually, we haven’t eaten much because I don’t have much to eat. I should run out and get us something, is that okay? Hamburgers and fries? Oh, you don’t know what those are, do you.”
Royd opened his mouth to reply, but she kept talking, running her fingers absently through the hair at his crown. Her fingernails scratched gently at his scalp. He closed his eyes. That felt good. How did she know how to touch him like that? “Never mind, I’m sure you’ll like them, I mean, you really can’t come to America and not eat burgers and fries, it’s like going to France and not eating bread or Italy without any pasta. So trust me.”
“I do,” he managed, barely hearing her words. “And can we have whatever it was you ate last night?”
“Ice cream? Yes, for dessert.” Her hand rested on his head for a second before leaving. He opened his eyes.
“You will leave and get food? How long will you be gone?”
“Only a few minutes. The drive-through is just down the road.”
“You will bring back food so quickly?”
“Mmm-hmm, hot food, ready to eat.”
Another amazing idea, another work of imagination and ingenuity beyond human capability. At least, that’s what he might have thought before. Humans, for all their interesting gadgets and tricks, were essentially dull, petty creatures. He and his kind had been watching them long enough to know that. But now that he’d been here, now that he’d met Prudence and been allowed to spend time with her, he couldn’t think that way anymore.
She started to walk past him out of the room. He grabbed her thigh before she could leave.
“Bring back a lot of food,” he said. “I am very hungry.”
She smiled and continued on, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Thoughts of his home. The water swirling around his body felt wonderful, but also served to remind him of the danger faced by his people. He could not fail them. How long did it take the sun to set in this world, anyway? He needed to find the wand. Once he found it, he’d feel safe again. He’d be able to really enjoy his time here, enjoy his time with Prudence. She was truly a woman to be enjoyed too.
He supposed nothing could be gained in worrying about it now. The sun would set soon enough, and in the meantime he could enjoy a meal and perhaps enjoy a little more love with Prudence…
Royd smiled and shifted himself under the water, sinking lower so his knees rose above the surface, but his chest and shoulders sank. If only the tub was bigger. Prudence could get into it with him. The thought of her breasts slick with water and foamy with soap made his cock twitch. Something in his belly leapt along with it too, something that made him want to laugh. No, not even to laugh. He wanted to giggle.
What in the name of the Mistress was happening to him? He sat perfectly still for a moment, his head cocked as if listening. His fingers and toes didn’t feel quite attached to his body anymore and neither did his head. In fact, for a moment, he was certain that if he looked up he would discover his own head floating above him, looking down at him. Giggles bubbled up in his chest again. The himself hovering on the ceiling would likely be mightily surprised to see him staring up at him.
It felt so good to laugh like this, the sound echoing off the tile walls. Why did he not laugh like this more? He was too serious, that was his problem. Always worried about his status and looking strong. When was the last time he drank too much Haidrean wine and shot arrows at trees?
Even in love he was so serious, seeing women as conquests, as little worlds to invade. He’d never thought of them as beings to have fun with, had he?
He never had any fun at all.
That would change and change now. Life was too good, too short, to waste on dull things like duty. He’d find the wand, because even in his current lighthearted state of mind he couldn’t deny its importance, but after that…no more. No more Royd the warrior. He’d do fun things. He’d juggle. He’d dance. He’d entertain children in the center of town. It made perfect sense.
He wanted to dance just thinking of it. In fact, why shouldn’t he dance? Who would stop him?
Heedless of the water coursing off his body, he leapt from the tub, almost falling when his wet feet hit the tile floor. He righted himself and kept going, heading for the larger space of Prudence’s bedroom. He hit the button on the remote to turn on the TV and started pressing the arrow key. He’d seen a channel that played nothing but songs with little movies. He’d find that channel, ignore how the music sounded mostly like inexperienced children beating lleandre drums and dance. Maybe Prudence would like to dance with him…maybe she’d like to do another kind of dance as well. His cock thickened.
Here it was. The music started and Royd let it wash over him, raising tiny bumps on his skin. He swayed his hips, trying to remembe
r the steps to the ceremonial dances his mother forced him to learn in his childhood. The day he stood in front of the elders with the others in his group to perform the Wynchruan Rue was one of the proudest and most terrifying of his life.
The music playing didn’t sound much like the Rue, but he could fake it. The dance had been fun, after all, had it not? When had he last had fun? And his muscles were so…tingly. Itchy and restless.
Where was she? Wasn’t she coming up with food? His stomach felt awfully queer. Hollow and sort of…tickly. That’s where the giggles were coming from. Food might not be a good idea, after all. Better to dance. Better to dance and maybe give himself a little stroke or two, so when Prudence came back up she would see how much he wanted her, how ready he was for her again.
The giggly feeling abated a little at the thought. Yes, he was definitely ready again. Should he wait here or maybe in the tub? The image of those breasts covered in suds flashed in his head again. The thought of being submerged in hot water, of lifting her out and seeing suds trapped in the soft curls covering her mound… He could spread her legs so that the fruity pink flesh between them glistened between those suds and press his tongue to the tiny bud hiding there, again and again until she screamed his name. He groaned aloud at the thought. No woman had a right to taste as good as his Prudence did.
“Royd? Are you okay?”
Prudence stood in the doorway, three paper bags dangling from her hands. Something smelled delicious, but Royd was more focused on the front of the loosely buttoned shirt she wore, the way it gaped open to expose the curved top of one creamy breast.
Three steps brought him in front of her, one movement tore the bags from her hand and his mouth silenced her cry of protest.
The meal could wait. The wand could wait.
* * * * *
“What is it?” Kristof’s pupils dilated in the sharp bright light emanating from the cookie jar. “Is it aliens?”
“Don’t be stupid,” Kym said irritably. “It’s faeries.”
“Really?”
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