Thieving Fairies: A Lesbian Urban Fantasy

by Giselle Renarde

  Carried on the wind, they looked inside at what must be the master bedroom. The bed itself was huge, and quaintly draped with a white Provençal quilt. Four oak posts scraped the ceiling. In the sunlit space, bits of jewellery gleamed on the honey-coloured dressing table. Score! The chest of drawers against the far wall complemented the wood on the floor, which gleamed except where it was covered by a simple area rug.

  “Wow,” Shelagh whispered. “Our whole apartment could fit in this one room. Do you think anybody’s home?”

  Honoria shook her head. “The people who own these houses work all the time, and with a room this tidy there’s no way they have kids. The worst we might encounter is a cleaning lady, but if we do I’ll handle it. Let’s see about getting this window open.”

  Opening a window from outside was no easy task and she wasn’t about to use any more magic, but this wasn’t Honoria’s first break-and-enter. She pried it open before somersaulting inside. Grabbing her wife by the forearms, she gave a good tug. As Shelagh glided through the window, they both tumbled across the floor. Honoria’s back met the side of the bed. Shelagh’s front collided with hers. With Shelagh on top of her, giggling and out of breath, Honoria looked into her wife’s cheerful face. She wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but instead scolded, “Shh! Be quiet for a minute.”

  Her heart pounded against her ribcage as they listened to the silent house. Not so much as a creak.

  “Nobody’s home,” Shelagh whispered.

  It had been so long since their bodies had pressed together like this. Honoria could hardly suppress the need to giggle as well. All she could do was hope Shelagh wouldn’t move, hope she’d stay right where she was until Honoria could lean forward to press a kiss to her lips.

  Without shifting, Shelagh ran thick fingers through her hair. Honoria remembered a joke she’d heard, and stifled a laugh. In a whisper, she said, “Shelagh, what do you call a lesbian with pudgy fingers?”

  Leaning in close, Shelagh asked, “What?”

  “Well-hung.”

  Honoria tried not to chuckle, but she couldn’t stop herself. Shelagh’s warm, breathy laughter heated her neck. It wasn’t often they laughed together. It felt so wonderful that Honoria sent her arms around her wife’s waist. With a growl rising in her throat, she took a big chance and squeezed Shelagh’s curvy bum.

  Their hearts pounded together.

  “It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Honoria asked. “The possibility of getting caught…”

  “It’s not just that…” Shelagh’s hair normally looked mousy, but it took on a whole new shimmer as it fell from her hoodie. “It’s everything—being somewhere we shouldn’t be to take what’s not ours. I love it when you steal things, because you do it for me. You do it so we can have a better life together.”

  “Yes,” Honoria said, cupping Shelagh’s cherubic cheeks. “I want to take care of you, baby.” She kissed her full lips. They tasted like cherry lip gloss. “I want to give you everything. I’ve been a rotten provider up until now.”

  “Shh.” Shelagh soothed her worries, patting her head.

  As Honoria looked into her wife’s fairy eyes surrounded by those gorgeous dew-drop lashes, her pelvis fluttered. “God, woman, you are gorgeous!”

  “You’re the gorgeous one,” Shelagh giggled.

  Their hands wandered the terrain of each other’s clothed bodies until the clothing became too distracting. Shelagh grasped Honoria’s red corset. In one swift motion, she pulled the fabric down with such force Honoria’s tits burst out the top.

  Honoria gasped as the cool air of the bedroom plumped her nipples into tight little buds.

  “Shhh!” Shelagh teased.

  With a silly smirk, Honoria spread her legs as far as her tight skirt would allow. “So sorry.”

  Shelagh pressed her lips to Honoria’s ear and whispered, “Ban-righinn, leig sinne dean iteag.”

  Lost in each other’s arms, they floated off the floor and glided onto the bed, leaving Shelagh dominantly between Honoria’s open thighs.

  A keen grin bled across Shelagh’s lips as she crawled down Honoria’s body, watching her breasts rise and fall. Nothing could scare Shelagh off now. Grabbing a breast in each hand, she lunged at Honoria’s chest to suck her perked nipples. Shelagh seemed to hear nothing but the call of her own desire.

  The sensation of a soft tongue on her cold tits sent butterflies straight down to Honoria’s pussy. She’d nearly forgotten how marvellous it felt when her girl devoured her like this. She squirmed under the assault of Shelagh’s warm mouth, pulling her tight skirt up above her hips.

  “Somebody’s getting antsy,” Shelagh whispered.

  Honoria pulled Shelagh’s pretty face up to meet her mouth with a kiss. “Oh, babe, it’s been so long. I’ve missed you like you wouldn’t believe.”

  “Oh, I believe it!” Shelagh slipped off the bed and pressed a deliberate palm against Honoria’s waiting mound.

  Honoria’s mouth swung wide open, but no sound came out. The feeling was so intense her body was lost for words. She simply gaped at the hand rubbing over her black lycra panties. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch while Shelagh’s palm drew circles around the wet silhouette of her lips. Short fingernails with chipped blue polish dug into her mound. Oh, the delicious pleasure! The delicious pain!

  “I love what you do to me.” Her words emerged like hiccupped clouds of worship as her body went quickly into spasm.

  Shelagh’s hoodie shrouded her smile as she took one of the clasps on Honoria’s “fashionable” garter belt between her fingers. Her stockings stayed up on their own. The belt was just for show.

  “I know what you like,” Shelagh said. She raised the clasps to Honoria’s nipples and clamped them on. When those little pincers closed on her tits, she had to stifle a shriek. The pain felt wonderful. “I pay attention to the signs your body gives me.”

  She dug her fingers into the pristine bedding and ran her feet up the side of the bed. “Hey, hey,” Shelagh scolded. “Stop that! Your boots are all muddy. You’re making a devil of a mess on this quilt.”

  “I’ll clean it later,” Honoria assured her. She didn’t want the pleasure to end for the sake of the bed linens. “My grandmother was a Brownie. Chores are in my blood.”

  “Funny,” Shelagh said in a whisper. “Then why’s the apartment always such a mess?”

  “Shut up and eat me!”

  Bending down, Shelagh unlaced one boot and the next, and then slipped them off, letting them fall heavily to the floor.

  “You know what Brownies are like,” Honoria went on. “We only tidy other people’s houses, not our own.”

  With an endearing roll of the eyes, Shelagh lifted Honoria’s right foot to her mouth. Through ripped thigh-high fishnets, she kissed the heel full on, followed by the arch, and then the pad. When their gazes connected, the look of desire in Shelagh’s eyes nearly brought on a spontaneous orgasm. Honoria’s insides rattled in anticipation of the wet moment when her wife would take a toe inside her mouth and suck it.

  Whoever said anticipation was better than the real thing obviously never had her toes sucked by a fairy.

  The moment Honoria’s big toe entered Shelagh’s warm, wet mouth, every muscle in her went into spasm. As her curvy wife sucked, she couldn’t stop herself from twisting and writhing on the bed.

  Through torn stockings, Shelagh ran her tongue along the base of Honoria’s toes. Every time she took those toes in her satin mouth, Honoria bounced on the bed like her ass had a mind of its own. She couldn’t keep still.

  “Mmmm!” Honoria pressed her lips together, but she couldn’t keep quiet. “Oh Shelagh! Baby! Honey! Sweety! Oh yeah!”

  “Shhh-shut up!” Grabbing a pillow, Shelagh tossed it at Honoria’s head. “If you have to scream, scream into this.”

  When Shelagh wrapped her mouth around the toes of Honoria’s left foot, her body swelled and heaved. Reams of pleasure shot up from her toes and spread through her body. The
magnificent sensation of a tongue worshipping her feet warmed her pelvis. Her pussy swirled and clenched.

  Honoria came in an instant, shrieking praises into a clean white pillowcase. Before a minute was up, she couldn’t take any more. It was too good.

  Pushing the pillow from her face, Honoria whispered, “Shelagh, honey, babe, you have to stop. I’m dying.”

  With a smile on her face, Shelagh dropped Honoria’s foot. Her heel smacked the side of the bed, but she was too blissed out to feel any pain. “Come on, you.” Shelagh tiptoed to the dressing table. “We need to get thieving. Or did you just come along for the sex?”

  If Honoria could have come up with a snappy response, she certainly would have, but her brain was fried. She unclamped her tender nipples and watched their compressed shape return to normal. Setting the pillow under her head, she said, “I can’t move.”

  “A likely story,” Shelagh teased. Turning her full attention to the project, she dug through a shiny black jewellery box. “I think the key is to take crappy old gold. That way they won’t notice it’s gone. If we take the quality stuff, they’ll know right away they’ve been burgled. Better to go middle-of-the-road at best.”

  Honoria nodded against the pillow. “Yeah, that sounds good.” Her eyes barely had the power to focus as Shelagh picked out broken chains, a bracelet, a brooch, some old rings. Everything went directly into her loot bag.

  “I think that’ll do. We don’t want to take too much from one house.”

  As she watched her wife steal from the rich, Honoria’s heart thudded. She understood the turn-on Shelagh mentioned earlier.

  Though her body and mind were exhausted, her pussy was empty. Rolling onto her front, she shifted her panties down her thighs. Leaving her heavy head on the pillow, she got on her knees with her butt in the air.

  Shelagh laughed when she caught sight. “What’s this all about?”

  “Please?” She felt like a child begging for candy. “You know I love it when you fuck me with your fingers.”

  Closing in on her, Shelagh placed the bag of gold on the floor. She ran both hands over Honoria’s cheeks. “You’ve got a pretty little ass, you know. I’d feel like a supermodel if my butt was half as tight as yours.”

  She gave it a slap and Honoria’s pussy clenched with jealousy.

  Honoria couldn’t let herself feel good without offering some consolation. “We’re different people with different bodies. You shouldn’t compare yourself to me.”

  “I know, I know,” Shelagh said, like she’d heard it all before. “Your mother is a sylph, my mother is a selkie. It’s all in the genes.”

  Honoria might have offered some comforting follow-up if Shelagh hadn’t blown her mind just then. Pressing a thumb inside her wet slit, Shelagh ran it up to her asshole. Honoria turned to the pillow and released a deep moan. The moaning only continued as Shelagh slid a finger into her pussy. A thumb poked its sneaky way inside her ass. Honoria’s tits swung low, grazing the quilt. Everything evoked such a visceral response she felt halfway possessed. Hugging the pillow, she thrust back as Shelagh plunged a second finger in her slit.

  Holding her ass steady, Shelagh slid her plump fingers into her pussy and brought them back out. With Honoria purring into the pillow, Shelagh gave her clit a mini massage. Honoria kicked at the bed with stocking feet until those reliable fingers returned to her wet slit.

  Turning her head to the side, she whispered, “Fuck me. Do it so hard I still feel it three days from now.”

  Honoria glanced back to catch sight of the huge smile growing across Shelagh’s face.

  Shelagh wasted no time in obeying Honoria’s plea. The moment those words fluttered from her lips, her wife’s fingers dove inside. Two, and then one more to make three. They felt huge inside her cunt. Honoria rocked her hips uncontrollably as Shelagh pounded her. The motion was so rough and wild she felt gritty. The more she threw herself at Shelagh’s fingers, the faster they flew in and out. The thumb in her ass soothed the insanity of the thrusting. When Shelagh pressed the pad of her other thumb against her throbbing clit, Honoria had to bury her head in the pillow to scream. She seized up so forcefully her wife’s fingers were almost trapped inside her cunt.

  When Honoria collapsed face-down on the bed, out of breath and barely conscious, Shelagh crawled across her back. They lay there, cuddled together like two lazy housecats. Neither moved except to breathe.

  “We’re stupid to stick around like this,” Honoria finally managed to say. “In a stranger’s bed after breaking into their house and stealing their gold?”

  “I know. I know and I just don’t care.” Shelagh kissed Honoria’s cheek and, under that relaxed weight, Honoria felt perfectly at home.

  “So when do I get to mess with your bits?” she mumbled against the pillow.

  Shelagh released a breathy chuckle. “In the next house we break into.”

  An exhausted smile grew across Honoria’s lips as she thought of all the houses in the city just waiting to be stolen from, and all the beds in the city just waiting to feel them fuck. If they kept up a steady pace and didn’t get caught, it wouldn’t be long before they’d be eating pomegranates and living in an apartment with more than one room.

  Honoria sighed at the comfort of protecting and being protected. And wasn’t that a fairy’s true purpose—to protect others? Even if they had to cause a little mischief along the way…?

  They were both near snoring when a car pulled into the drive.

  “Grab the gold!” Honoria hissed, pulling her corset and panties up and her mini skirt down.

  “Get your boots on!” Shelagh said a little louder. “And put that pillow back. And clean the dirt from this quilt.”

  Shelagh opened the window. Honoria tried unsuccessfully to shake off her daze. Sex really took it out of her and she realized she’d lost the charm to fly.

  A key sounded in the lock.

  Her blood ran cold.

  She turned to Shelagh. “Will you carry me?”

  “Oh, get on my back, will you?” Shelagh growled as she climbed aboard. “Ban-righinn, leig sinne dèan iteag.”

  Oh, that’s right…

  Shelagh took off into the thick ravine. “We should get on the subway soon,” she warned, setting Honoria down on a fallen tree.

  When Shelagh sat beside her, she set her head on her wife’s comfy thigh.

  “I like being married to you,” Honoria said, still lost in relaxation land.

  Petting her hair, Shelagh laughed. “Right back at ya, Gonhorrea.”

  Honoria’s eyelids wouldn’t stay open. She struggled to stay alert, but she was fighting a losing battle. When she let them fall closed, all the world seemed beautiful. In combination with scent of laundry detergent on Shelagh’s track pants, the ravine’s woody fragrance reminded her of home.

  Hugging her wife’s curvy middle, Honoria said, “I love you, you thieving fairy.”

  Soft with bliss, Honoria realized her wife was her home. City street or woodland stream, as long as they were together, home could never be a terrible place.

  As she drifted into sleep, Shelagh whispered, “Ban-righinn, leig sinne dèan iteag.” They rose into the darkening sky to glide on the wind toward their sanctuary.

  The End

  ABOUT GISELLE RENARDE

  Giselle Renarde is a queer Canadian, contributor to more than 100 short story anthologies, and award-winning author of dozens of electronic and print books, including Anonymous, Cherry, Ondine, Nanny State, and the Wedding Heat series. Giselle lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.

  Ms. Renarde’s anthology My Mistress’ Thighs: Erotic Transgender Fiction and Poetry received an Honourable Mention in the 2011 Rainbow Awards, and her trans lesbian romance The Red Satin Collection took top prize in the same category in 2012. She is a contributor to Tristan Taormino’s Lambda Award-winning book Take Me There: Trans and Genderqueer Erotica, as well as such notable anthologies as Best Women's Erotica, Best L
esbian Erotica, Best Bondage Erotica, and Best Lesbian Romance.

  Find Giselle online at http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com or on Twitter @GiselleRenarde.

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