by Sam Cheever
Then his lips claimed mine and we moved into the place without sound or movement, where the only clear sensation was touch and we stayed there a very long time, our lips melded beautifully together and my whole body tingling in fevered response.
When I thought I might actually explode with lust, we finally emerged into reality again and Dialle pulled his lips reluctantly from mine. He leaned toward my ear, still holding my hair in his fist. “I am done waiting, Astra. When my father has been released you and I are going to consummate this lust. Or I will die.”
I tried to shake my head but he tightened his hold on my hair. “Yes. We are.” Then he let go of my hair, grabbed my hand and turned away. “Come.”
“Woof!”
He snickered. “Good doggie.”
I figured this was not a good time to tell him my father needed me too before I could play so I bit my lip and let myself be dragged along. See, I can be diplomatic if I need to.
Sometimes.
King Dialle the First was looking especially spry and yummy but also exceedingly pissed off. He stood within a clear box that wasn’t much larger than he was with his lean, muscular arms crossed over his taut golden pecs and glared at the collection of royals and guards standing helplessly outside his prison.
As we approached he sneered at me. “What have you brought this insignificant little bitch for? Are you planning to screw her while I watch? It would be a fitting conclusion to this ridiculous turn of events.”
I felt Dialle stiffen beside me. “I warn you, Father, I won’t tolerate much more of your abuse. I’ll leave you to rot in this prison.”
Dialle’s response was to throw a jolt of power in his son’s direction. But unfortunately for him the power jolt was simply absorbed into the prison walls and the prison compressed noticeably until it barely cleared his elbows.
Dialle grinned. “If you don’t learn to control your temper, old man you will soon be smashed between those walls like a twitterfly on display.”
The king’s response was to curl his royal lip unpleasantly.
I tugged my hand from Dialle’s and walked over to the prison. Placing my hands on it I felt along its walls with my power for a weak spot. There were none. The prison appeared to be flawless and impenetrable.
Dialle joined me, studiously ignoring the glaring countenance of his father just inches from us. “Do you think you can open it?”
I sent out a testing wave of power and smoothed it over the entire surface of the prison, walking around the clear cube to encompass the entire thing. “This is amazing.”
Dialle came around to join me on the other side. “What?”
“I’ve never seen anything like this. This prison is built from exactly equal parts dark and light magic. And both sides of power are uncommonly powerful. The only way it can be removed is to reapply the same magic, at the same power levels, in the exact same amounts as when it was built.”
Dialle frowned. “So what are you telling me?”
I smiled at the nearly purple devil in the glass cage. “I’m telling you that your father is most likely going to know soon what a twitterfly feels like.”
Dialle saw his father gearing up for another tantrum and said, “Old man, unless you have a desire to be squashed, you’d better hold your temper.”
I turned to Dialle and said, “Remember when I told you I’d get even when the time was right?”
He grinned. “I do recall that yes.”
I smiled my most evil smile and turned back to the king. Leaning close to the cage I motioned him closer with a finger.
Curiosity and the realization that I might hold his fate in my very small hands got the best of him and he complied. I whispered in his ear, using my power as a shield to ensure that no one else could hear what I said.
The reaction was immediate. He turned deep red and tried to grab me through the prison walls but his hands smacked painfully against the unyielding surface. He screamed his rage, causing everyone in the room except Dialle and me to step back and look worried. Then he raised his hands to zap me and realized he couldn’t and he screamed again.
I gave him a little finger wave and turned to walk out.
Dialle followed me out. “I think we’d better leave him in there for a while until he cools down.”
I nodded. “You don’t have a choice anyway. You need an angel and my mother to release him.”
He grabbed my arm. “Your parents put him in that prison?”
I shook my head, feeling lighter than I had in days. I now had proof that my father hadn’t been involved in imprisoning the king. “Nope. My mother and another angel, an extremely powerful one. I recognized her magic signature but not my father’s. But the light magic is too powerful to be anything but an angel of the highest throne.”
He thought about this for a minute and then glanced back to his father, who’d been reduced to pounding on the clear walls with his fists, since using his power would shrink the cage even more.
Dialle chuckled meanly. “Gerch told me the cage had been fairly large when they put him in it.”
I tsked smugly. “I think your father needs to learn anger management.”
Dialle threw back his beautiful dark head and laughed, bringing on a new spate of screaming and pounding from the royal twitterfly in the clear glass cage. Then he grabbed my hand. “Let’s go. I have plans for you.”
I opened my mouth to argue and found myself locked that way, looking into Dialle’s grinning face and feeling like an idiot.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Finally!
Our prince did take our lady fair, to a place beneath the ground,
To frolic in a magic bed, inside a fairy mound.
We landed in the middle of a strange bed and he leapt on top of me before I could say, “Bob’s your uncle.” I had a brief and peripheral impression of rock walls and a lack of natural light. Somewhere in the distance I could hear water running.
Any protest I might have made was completely lost when he lowered his soft lips to mine and nibbled my bottom lip gently before pressing the seam of my lips open with his hot tongue for a full-scale invasion. I halfheartedly tried to push his shoulders away but he grabbed my hands and held them pinned to the bed as I wriggled beneath his hard—and I mean hard—body.
He sucked my tongue gently and growled with need. The sound vibrated through me, leaving me tingly in all the right places.
Despite my best efforts at remaining aloof, my traitorous body started warming up and pressing itself against him. My knees opened under gentle pressure from his leg and I felt a hard, warm hand on the inside of my thigh.
His hand smoothed up the inside of my thigh, leaving a trail of heat wherever it touched. I sighed and found myself losing all coherent thought. He reached the silky barrier of my panties and grasped them, ripping them away effortlessly.
I gasped as the material left my body and arced through the air away from the bed.
“Caveman,” I murmured as his lips left mine and started a heated trail down my throat.
“Ugh,” he responded.
His lips hit the soft material of my sweater and that hand came up.
“Don’t you dare!” I gasped out before he could rip that too.
He gave me a devilish grin and waved the hand over my sweater, making it disappear. The beautiful bra that matched my unfortunate panties followed them quickly, in a tattered arc through the air.
I sighed. “You owe me underclothing.”
He didn’t respond. His mouth gently encompassed my left nipple and I was gone. My legs went numb, my heart picked up the rhythm of the pulsing between my thighs and all I could do was hang on to Dialle and enjoy the ride.
I ran my hands through his silky black hair and grabbed it hard, pulling his head toward my breast and nearly crying out with delight.
My brain went into meltdown and my body took over. Any remaining whisper of doubt was savagely beaten back into my subconscious by my raging slut-monkey side, which
had come out to play and wasn’t leaving the sandbox until it had been thoroughly ravaged.
Dialle swung one long leg over me and I reached down to grab his thigh. My hands slid over warm, smooth skin and lean muscle and I suddenly realized he was totally buffers.
My touch made him growl and he ground himself into my leg, which was warmly sandwiched between his.
I envied my thigh. It was a very lucky thigh.
I tried to roll and bring my other leg over his hip but my skirt got in the way and I cursed in frustration.
Without looking up from his nibbling assault on my breasts Dialle waved a hand over the skirt and it was gone.
We were flesh to flesh from head to toe.
I thought I would die from pleasure.
I grabbed his hair and pulled him up so our lips could meet again.
He happily complied, his mouth slanting over mine with a pure, unfettered lust. I groaned as his body covered me and he positioned himself so that the hard, throbbing length of him was nestled in my happy place.
As our lips fed from each other, our bodies fought to find the rhythm we’d been searching for since first clapping eyes on each other.
I reached down and grabbed his hard, round buttocks and tried to push him into me, crying out when he resisted.
The heat between us built until I was pretty sure we were literally scorching the sheets. In fact I smelled them burning beneath my body and thought I saw the occasional wisp of smoke wafting up around us.
Like starving people, we drove our lips together, sucking each other’s breath and essence ruthlessly and melded our bodies together so tightly I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to separate again.
He reached a hand between us and something hot and hard nudged against my entrance. I groaned and reached down too. I fought to get hold of him, totally out of control and frantic at the thought that he might stop. That something would interrupt us again. That we were being spelled.
Whoa! Cold water.
Remembering my dream my eyes flew open and I tried to clamp my legs closed again. “Wait, Dialle, are you sure it’s just us in this room?”
He looked at me through lust-glazed eyes and I had a second of horror that he was not quite himself but then he grinned and slid the first inch of himself in.
My head slammed back to the pillow and I screamed in pure, unadulterated joy and lust as he slid completely in.
It was like nothing I’d ever known.
I felt every inch of him with every inch of my skin. It was as if he had a drug on his skin that heightened the awareness of everything he touched. He slid into me so slowly I thought I would lose my mind before he reached the end and when he did, he slid back out so slowly I thought I’d die before he came back.
Then he dropped down to his elbows and lowered his lips to mine, stopping just before we touched. His hair fell around us like a silky, black curtain. Closing off the rest of the world and creating a magic place where we could hide while he made soft and exquisite love to me.
His breath tangled with my breath and we tasted the simple heat that came from our age-old dance of pleasure.
I felt his strokes in my breasts. Each one made my nipples peak and tingle.
I felt them in the tiny bud that was the seat of my pleasure and inside, where the sensations were like a gentle massage that soothed at the same time it titillated.
Then suddenly the gentle massage was over and I felt my toes curl as he plunged hard. He rose up on his knees and lifted my legs so that he could go as deeply as possible.
In this new angle he could brush against the place where my pleasure was building with every stroke, and he did it with brutal accuracy. It only took me five strokes before I was screaming his name to the air in glorious release.
Dialle dropped my legs and pulled out of me.
I cried out and grabbed for him.
But he wasn’t done with me.
Flipping me over he grabbed my hips and lifted me into position. Then he plunged into me with a growl and took the dance to a new rhythm. This one was frantic and savage and it felt incredible.
I growled too as he grabbed my hair and pulled gently, dragging me back against his body as he continued to drive into me.
I reached around and grabbed his pumping ass and held on, making sure he didn’t leave me until he completed the job.
He dropped my hair and lowered his head to kiss my shoulder, then his lips were replaced with teeth and he claimed me like a wild tiger claims its mate. Holding me in place with his strong, white teeth, he plundered my body with reckless passion.
I felt the pleasure building again. I embraced it and pulled it forward as best I could. As his tempo built so did my urgency. But my body held back as if it were waiting for something.
Then he placed his mouth over the daemon hickey he’d given me and I exploded. I felt our bodies leave the physical plane and enter some secret place, full of light and color and wonderful sensations. Warmth caressed my head and back as Dialle bent over me, his mouth sucking gently on my hickey as his body built the dance into a wild thing.
Every nerve ending in my body was alive. My senses flared on the impossible overload of sensation and I went over again, this time taking Dialle with me. He growled my name into my ear and slammed into me one last time, groaning with his release.
We collapsed together onto the bed, panting.
He wrapped an arm around my waist after a moment and pulled me into the curve of his body, now soft and warm.
I sighed, feeling like I could drift into a deep and easy sleep.
But my mind kept tugging at me that I had things I needed to do. Always things I needed to do. No rest at all for a weary but extremely sated Tweener.
My eyes finally popped open and I turned to look at Dialle. His head was lying on the pillow next to me, our hair tangling in a soft mix of sleek midnight black and wavy auburn, his eyes were closed.
“Dialle.”
“Mmm?”
“Where the hell are we?”
He opened his eyes and grinned. “In the fairy mound. No exterior magical influence can penetrate the mound. I wanted to make sure nothing interrupted us this time.”
I grinned back. “Brilliant.”
He nodded and climbed out of the sinfully soft bed. He pulled his arrogance back around him like a cloak. “Of course.” But his lush lips tugged upward in a grin that softened the arrogance a bit. “What else would you expect from a royal?”
I snorted in an unladylike way. I sat up and looked around for my clothes. My eyes landed on my dissected underclothing and I slanted a look at him.
He shrugged. “Would you like me to clothe you?”
Remembering the wet dream ensemble he’d conjured up the last time he’d dressed me my “No!” was a little too fast and frantic.
He laughed and shrugged. “I bow to your wishes as always.” He waved a hand and my skirt and sweater appeared in my lap. I looked down at them and bit my lip. I so didn’t want to go save my father with a naked butt under my skirt and my boobies jiggling around under my sweater.
But even more I didn’t want to ask him to make me something. I was pretty sure whatever he conjured wouldn’t suit either.
As if reading my mind he stepped toward the bed and leaned over me. I looked up and he captured my lips in a gentle kiss.
When he pulled away he was suspiciously sober but his lips were twitching. “Is that better?”
I looked down and saw that I was wearing white cotton granny panties. The elastic waist band hit me somewhere around my lowermost rib and bloomed out around my hips as if someone had filled them with air.
The matching bra could have been used to sling a good-sized demon across the room without breaking and was held up with industrial strength straps that were a good two inches wide on my shoulders.
I heard a suspicious snort and looked up, glaring at him with the appropriate amount of disdain. He was struggling mightily not to laugh.
I’m s
ure he feared my wrath if he did.
He burst.
Maybe not.
“Very funny, Dialle.”
“You look very pretty in giant panties, Astra.” He wiped tears from his eyes.
“Bite me.” I pulled my sweater over my head and slipped into my skirt. “At least I won’t have to worry about my butt hanging out,” I murmured.
Dialle tilted his head and peered at the skirt, which was pretty short. “I’d be more worried about the giant panties hanging out.”
I gave in to the urge to stick my tongue out at him. “I don’t care.”
“They make the skirt look a little puffy…”
“Oh shut up! I’m so outta here.” I glared at him and turned away, intending to leave. Looking around I realized there were no doors. Not even any windows. The room was circular, with a dome like ceiling and looked as if it had been chiseled out of pure rock. I looked back at Dialle. “There are no doors!”
He grinned. “Fairies don’t need doors.”
“But there are no windows either.”
“We’re two hundred feet below the ground, Astra, windows would be impractical.” He smirked at me and I felt my devil rising in a big way. Suddenly I could not remember what I had ever seen in this…this…this…
I didn’t see him move but he was suddenly pressed full-length against me. His hot, musky breath sweetly caressing my lips and his hands branding my waist with unnatural heat.
That was when I remembered what I saw in him.
Then we were locked in space and time and I remembered another one of his more useful qualities. He could spaceshift us from one place to another without embedding me into demons or furniture.
That was always a plus.
We landed in my office and Dialle closed the last quarter inch of space between us and kissed me languorously and thoroughly. I was all atingle when he pulled away. “Now, about my father…”
I shook my head. “I need to help my father first.”
Dialle narrowed devilish black eyes at me, “Help him? How do you intend to do that, Astra?”
He had me there. “I’m not sure. But I have to do something or he’s going to be branded a dark angel and dropped into a fiery circle. I can’t let that happen.”