WingsOfDesire-AriannaSkye

by Arianna Skye

  “Well then, I shall leave you to your engorged penis and thoughts of your princess.” He

  winked and vanished in a warm amber glow.

  Cerne grumbled. These elders seemed more interested in seeing him laid than he was. And considering he couldn’t wait until Beltane said volumes. Yes, he had no doubt—he would fuck his princess before then. All he needed to do was plan her seduction.

  He entered the chamber and shut the door behind him. Doffing his tunic, he stretched his arms and raked his fingers through his hair. How should he seduce her? Should he bestow kisses all over her delicious faerie body, or was that too forward? He had never had to seduce anyone before. Usually the faerie women just threw themselves at his feet. He knew Rhiannon wanted him. Her moans of pleasure while he flitted his tongue against her clit was the only proof he needed. Cerne closed his eyes, basking in the memories of her body writhing and undulating against him as her creamy juices slid down his tongue. And Gods, her taste—just remembering her musky cum sent a shudder through him.

  Cerne groaned, looking down at the hard, throbbing cock that threatened to burst through his breeches. He loosened the strings and lowered them, allowing his distended flesh to free itself.

  He pulled them down further and walked toward his bed. He needed to relieve himself.

  He edged himself onto the lush soft bed, allowing his hands to move up and down the length of his body. If he couldn’t have her tonight, he could at least give himself the prolonged pleasure he craved. Cerne reached for a bottle of herbal massage oil and poured some into his hand, then circled a finger around a taut nipple as his other hand cradled his hard flesh. He moved his hand with a slow, even pace, imagining it was Rhiannon’s mouth bobbing up and down. His cock stiffened in his hand as he increased the pace. Leaning back, he traced the veins and ridges as his hand glided up and down his engorged length.

  He closed his eyes and continued to stroke. Thoughts of Rhiannon climbing on top of him, riding him hard and fast, permeated his thoughts. Her rich auburn curls bouncing against her shoulders when she threw her head back in pleasure. His hands gripping her waist while he arched up to meet her wild, undulating hips.

  He reached with his other hand to cup and stroke his sac, feeling his balls tighten. Oil and pre-cum mixed, aiding in his fervent strokes. He shuddered while imagining Rhiannon’s tight pussy clenching his hardened length as he burst inside her inviting heat.

  “Oh Gods, Rhiannon!” He jerked in his hand. A fountain of cum erupted from him, spilling onto his hand and thighs. He groaned so loud he was certain everyone in the palace could hear

  him.

  He remembered Rhiannon swallowing his seed earlier and wondered what it tasted like.

  Taking a sticky finger into his mouth he licked some of his semen from the tip. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant, a salty, musky taste. He reached over to grab a kerchief off the table, wiping up the rest of his release from his hands, cock and thigh. Never had he experienced such a powerful orgasm from masturbation. Next to shooting his seed down Rhiannon’s throat, it was one of the best releases he’d ever had.

  “That was... interesting. ”

  Through orgasm-hazed eyes, Cerne looked up to see her standing before him in her lavender gauze gown. Her taut nipples brushed against the fabric of her gown. His eyes traveled lower to her stomach down to the thatch of hair barely concealed by the flimsy gown she wore.

  Shocked, Cerne threw his sheet over his nakedness. “How did you get in here?”

  “I opened the door and walked in.” Rhiannon bit her lip. “But I’ve apparently caught you at a bad time. I’ll come back later.”

  So she’d been here, watching him pleasure himself, and hadn’t bothered excusing herself from the room? Cerne smiled. The seduction would start now. “You’ll do no such thing, mo cridhe.” He motioned to the bed. “Trobhad. ” Rhiannon crossed her arms. “Who’s the princess here? Maeve tells me Queen Titania rules the kingdom.”

  Cerne shrugged. “The Queen rules the kingdom, but her king rules the bed. Now come.” Had he just said that? What a great way to end up getting slapped in the face? “I’m sorry, mo cridhe. I merely wish to talk.”

  Rhiannon arched a brow. “Is that so? From the show you just gave me, you wish to do more.”

  But you enjoyed it, mo cridhe. He chuckled, watching her blush at his mind-talk. He threw back the sheet, giving her a teasing view of his cock, which had already sprung to life again. “If I don’t behave, you can punish me.” He winked. “If you don’t behave, I’ll have my way with you.”

  The pulse at the base of her throat raced. “Maeve made me come here...to talk. I have no desire...”

  He reached down to stroke his semi-hard erection. A soft gasp escaped her lips.

  “...for anything else right now.”

  You’re a horrible liar, Rhiannon Nightwind.

  Well, you’re a conniving kidnapper, she replied with her mind. She gasped, apparently alarmed by the newly acquired skill. Never mind she’d already done it once before, but she was so caught up in giving him pleasure, she must’ve not realized she’d done it earlier in the pool.

  “I know you’re upset, and I apologize for the manner in which I whisked you here. I was left with no other option.”

  “You could’ve just left me on Earth.” She turned away and stomped to the door.

  Cerne pulled himself from the bed and reached to wrap his arms about her waist and turned her to face him. “Please accept your fate.”

  He pulled her body against him, luxuriating in her gossamer-clad curves molding to his body. He raised her chin and took her lips with his, hungrily sucking and nibbling on her lips as his tongue traced along the seam of her mouth, allowing him entrance. Engulfing the taste of her against his tongue, he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over the delicious swell of her breasts and down her stomach. He pressed the silken gossamer against her sex, amazed at her moist heat.

  “Did you really want me to leave you on Earth?” he whispered. He traced his tongue along her neck and nibbled the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her breath caught and she rubbed her hardened nipples against his chest in silent answer to his question. “That’s what I thought.”

  “You’ve put some sort of enchantment on me,” she murmured, entwining her fingers in his hair. She ground her pelvis against his rock-hard erection.

  “You’re the enchantress, mo cridhe.” He tweaked a nipple through the soft fabric of her gown and rolled it between his fingertips. He traced a long, hot tongue down her neck. “I want you more than I’ve wanted any other woman.”

  Rhiannon nuzzled her cheek in his hair. “Why is it I get so turned on whenever you’re near?”

  Cerne ran a finger down her cheek and lifted her chin to look deep in her emerald sparkling eyes. “I told you we had a connection, my sweet. Our bodies are made for each other.” Rhiannon raised a curious eyebrow. “Only our bodies?”

  “Yes, but it can become a deeper attraction.”

  Rhiannon looked up at him. “I’ve never done it before.”

  Cerne gave her a perplexed stare. “Done what?”

  “It...you know...umm...” Her cheeks flushed a bright red. “I’m a virgin,” she finally blurted.

  “Like I said earlier, you’re a terrible liar.”

  She glowered at him. “I’m serious, Cerne. I’ve never had sex. Well, at least sex involving penetration...well, save for my dildo collection.”

  “Well, for being a virgin, you certainly have as those humans say, ‘beginner’s luck.’” Cerne grinned. “Dildo collection? Do those human toys really work?” Rhiannon’s cheeks grew brighter. “They served their purpose, I guess. But I did not come here to chat about my sex toys. I’ve come to ask you to return me to Earth.” Cerne opened his mouth to speak, but Rhiannon placed a finger on his lips to silence him.

  “I won’t beg you. I’m just suggesting you consider it.” What in Fey? This woman had pluck. “I suppose Maeve explained that you need to ha
ve permission from the faerie who brought you here to venture back?”

  “Come on. You know I don’t belong here. I have to get my proofs done for my client. I need my promotion.”

  Cerne sighed. If only she held as much passion toward her faerie folk. Time would change her. He sensed the faerie spirit growing stronger—even if she tried to fight it. He would leave her in Maeve’s hands for now.

  “I only know this—you are my princess. And you shouldn’t be here. It’s not proper.” Rhiannon rolled her eyes. “What do you faeries know of propriety?” She grabbed her gauzy dress and fluffed it. “On Earth, I’d be arrested for wearing something so...transparent.”

  “Would you rather go naked?” He grabbed the gown in an attempt to scare her into thinking he was going to rip it off her delectable body, even though the thought was tempting. “I remember you have a fondness for nudity.” He kept his laughter inside. Did she really think faeries wore such garb in public?

  “In the privacy of one’s home, a little skin doesn’t hurt.” Rhiannon’s eyes flashed. “But I refuse to be paraded around like some floozy.”

  Cerne shrugged. So she did think faerie women always wore such intimate garb. “Our faerie women take pride in their bodies. Does that offend you?” Of course it didn’t. After all, he had found her just about nude on two separate occasions. At her silence, he chuckled. “I didn’t think so.”

  “Only one thing offends me.” Rhiannon continued to bite her lip. Did she realize how enchanting she looked when she did that?

  “Which is?”

  Her emerald-green eyes sparked. “Arrogant faeries who kidnap innocent humans. ” She wrenched herself from his grasp and bolted toward the exit. Before he had time to catch her, she’d flung open the door, exited, and slammed it behind her. The seduction had failed miserably.

  Chapter Six

  What was she thinking? Rhiannon caught her breath and rounded the corner back to the royal chambers. She should’ve left the moment she stepped foot in his room, but she’d been caught off guard. Just standing there, watching him stroke his cock, sent a shiver of desire coursing through her. His hand sliding up and down the slick expanse of his rock-hard erection made her wetter than hell. All she wanted to do was stand in the shadows and watch him masturbate. Then he'd moaned her name and that had been her undoing. She was close to fingering herself.

  Then he came. His cum shot up like a fountain, spurting on his hands and thighs. She wanted desperately to approach him and lick his juices from his hand. Damn! She was just as horny as him.

  “Well, this isn't any good.” Rhiannon plumped down onto her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Lord, she wanted him. Stupid abstinence vow! She never expected she'd end up in some crazy fairy tale with a super-hot faerie wannabe who apparently needed to shag her silly.

  Had she known about this when Lara and she took their vow three years prior, she would've added a fairy tale clause.

  Feeling her doubt dwindle, Rhiannon chuckled. This was definitely no dream. Everything—

  everyone—seemed too real. One thing was certain; she had to get out of here. However, she needed to have him bring her home. Of course, she had one other solution—become their princess. What's a girl to do?

  Rhiannon sighed, laid her head back on a fluffy pillow and traced a finger along a ray of sunlight dancing across the bed. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Meditation was as good as any way to clear her mind. If it worked on Earth, she was certain it would work in Fey as well. Too bad she’d left all her meditation CD's at home. Darn it all!

  A soft rapping at her door broke her from her thoughts. “Who’s there?”

  “Onora, Your Highness.”

  Perhaps spending time with Onora would divert her from mooning over Cerne. “Come in.” Onora stepped into the room and bowed. “Councilwoman Windsong suggested you may

  wish to take a walk in the garden.”

  With such a sweet smile, how could Rhiannon refuse? “Okay. Sounds like fun.”

  “Let me help you get dressed.”

  Dressed? Again? “Didn't you just dress me?” Onora giggled. “Yes, Princess Rhiannon, but this is a private palace dress. We need to dress for the outdoors now. The out-of-palace gowns are not quite so…revealing. Faeries are rather modest beings, despite your private gowns. The one you’re wearing now is designed for the private meeting between you and your future prince.” So these gowns were the faerie equivalent of lingerie? “I guess they’re used to show off my faerie ass ets?” Rhiannon chuckled.

  Onora shrugged. “I've been told they’re more for becoming comfortable with each other before you begin your intimacies.”

  Rhiannon stifled a chuckle. If she only knew. “A rather interesting custom.” Onora nodded. “Not that I know anything about courtship. I'm as wingless as you.” She beamed. “But soon I too shall be joined.”

  “Who is the lucky guy?” Rhiannon motioned Onora to take a seat next to her.

  With eager steps, Onora plopped down. “I'm so excited!” Onora grinned like a giddy schoolgirl discovering boys for the first time. “I saw him in the meadow as I was picking some flowers for my hair.” She fiddled with the daisy tucked behind her ear. “His name is Tynan. He's incredibly handsome.”

  Happy to have made a new friend, Rhiannon took Onora's hand in hers. “What does he look like? From the expression on your face he's more than handsome.” Onora giggled. “His eyes are the color of a dew-covered fern. His smile would brighten the sky for days. And his hair...mmm...even the finest sable pales in comparison.” This girl should get a job at Hallmark. Rhiannon kept a straight face, despite her desire to burst into laughter. She really shouldn't fault the young girl. From the far-off glow in Onora's eyes, she was in love. “Sounds delicious.”

  “He's wonderful. I've no doubt about Tynan. He's my life-mate.”

  “Well, why don't you go after him?”

  Onora shrugged. “I'm here to serve you. I cannot settle down yet. I'm too young.”

  “How old are you?”

  “Three hundred and twenty-four.”

  Rhiannon blinked. “What?”

  Onora covered her mouth and giggled. “Councilwoman Windsong told me that humans age eighteen times faster than faeries. I would be eighteen in human years.”

  “How old am I?”

  Onora tapped her finger on her chin in thought. “Four hundred and fifty.”

  “Ouch! That makes me sound older than dirt.”

  “You’re still young by faerie standards. Queen Titania did not join with King Oberon until she was thirty-two in human years.”

  So humans weren’t the only ones waiting to get hitched? How fascinating! “How come they only had one child?”

  “The Queen can only mate every five hundred human years. You were born twenty-five years ago. The Queen is too frail to wait another four hundred and seventy-five years.” Onora blushed. “But this is really something the elders need to discuss with you. I'm only a faerie-in-waiting.”

  Onora, despite her age, had an air of intelligence about her. “I think you'll make an excellent elder one of these days.”

  “You think so?”

  “Of course.” Rhiannon patted Onora's hand. “You're an extremely smart woman.”

  “Oh thank you, Your Highness! You’re too kind.”

  Rhiannon grinned. “Only to those people I like.”

  Onora twirled a finger in her hair. “I'll remember to stay on your good side, Your Highness.” This ‘Your Highness’ business had to go. “I think of you as a friend, Onora. You may call me Rhiannon in private.”

  “Are you sure? I don't want to cause any disturbance.”

  “I'm certain.” Rhiannon took the girl in her arms in a friendly hug. “Matter of fact, I'll be even more upset if you don't.”

  “As you wish, Rhiannon.” Onora beamed. “Would you like to visit the gardens?”

  “I've heard a lot about the palace gardens. They sound magnificent.”

  “
I need to gather some lichen for the Queen anyway. It will be a most pleasant retreat. I'll show you all the magical herbs and tell you about their uses.”

  Rhiannon raised an eyebrow. “Magical herbs?” She'd only tried one supposed magical herb in her life, but the effects were less than magical. Stupid high school peer pressure.

  “Yes, I love mixing herbs. I would love to show you sometime.” Not only was Onora smart, she was an herbalist too. These faeries fascinated her even more as the day went on. “I've always been interested in natural remedies.” Rhiannon climbed out of the bed and stretched her legs. She turned to Onora and gave her a huge grin. “Okay. Time to get dressed.”

  “What color gown does the princess—” Onora blushed, “—Rhiannon wish?” Onora giggled and stood. “Please don't say brown.”

  “Forest green.” Rhiannon raised her arms, allowing Onora to lift the dress up and over her body.

  Onora padded to the large wardrobe and flung the doors open, revealing a rainbow of silks, gossamers, crepes and gauzes. Never had Rhiannon seen so many colors in one single closet.

  “Holy smokes! That's a lot of clothing.”

  Onora grinned, producing a beautiful forest-green velvet gown trimmed with a gold emerald-encrusted belt. The costume looked like something Rhiannon would've seen at a Renaissance faire—and absolutely gorgeous.

  “Here you are.” Onora placed the gown in Rhiannon's hands. Despite the thick velvet, this gown was as feather light as the one she'd just removed.

  “How come these gowns are so light? On Earth this would weigh a ton. Are we on the moon or something?”

  “The fabric is woven with enchanted threads. The palace wizard blesses every yarn, string, and thread used for each garment. He also blesses the mushrooms used for the men's breeches.”

  “Mushrooms?” Rhiannon, again, refused to comment. Mushrooms and magic herbs? The only thing missing was the patchouli.