by Arianna Skye
“Ogre swill?” Onora joined in. “How disgusting! I'm glad I live here and not on Earth. How
did you manage there for so long?”
Rhiannon shrugged. “When you're raised to believe something, you become comfortable.” But the more she thought about her life, how comfortable had she been? Always pushing herself to achieve, to belong. Ever since she was a kid, she was always an outsider. Now she was more comfortable than she had been in ages. Perhaps she had a good reason.
What the heck am I doing? She was starting to fall prey to her fantasies. She raised her chin and stood tall. “I think I'd like to retire for the evening, if that's all right?” Maeve nodded. “You've had a lot of things to deal with today. I apologize things happened this way. I'll arrange for another maid to take care of your needs. Onora must have her rest.” Rhiannon raised her chin with determination. “Don’t worry. I can take care of myself. I've been doing it all my life.”
“Oh, really?” Maeve's eyes lit up.
Onora giggled. “Interesting.”
These faeries found humor in such odd things. If she was indeed faerie, she hoped to acquire their sense of humor, so she'd understand what they thought was so funny.
Life was pretty much nonexistent until Cerne showed up and turned everything sideways.
Now she was here, in Fey, a supposed faerie princess. Could things get any stranger than this?
“I think I’ll be fine for the evening, Councilwoman, if you'd like to take Princess Rhiannon back to her chambers?”
Maeve reached down and brushed Onora's hair from her face. “Very well, if you insist, wee one.”
“If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.” Rhiannon smoothed the green velvet of her dress and stood.
“I wouldn’t dare ask anything of you, Rhiannon.” Onora gasped and covered her mouth.
“Your Highness.”
Maeve smiled. “We are amongst friends, dear. No need for formalities. You can call me Maeve, as well. Councilwoman makes me sound older than the hills of Ogre.” Onora beamed. “Thank you, Maeve. You both are too kind.”
“One can never be too kind.” Maeve walked around the bed and took Rhiannon's arm in hers. Turning to Rhiannon, she whispered, “Tomorrow, you and Cerne will be presented to the Queen. I fear we cannot dawdle any longer. A dangerous threat still exists. You need your
training.”
Rhiannon nodded her acquiescence. “I don't plan on going anywhere. I might as well make the most out of my stay.” But after the argument between them, would he even want to be in the same room with her?
“I still feel your doubt, but you’re adjusting nicely. Soon you'll be the princess I and the other elders know you can be.” “If you say so.”
“I know so.” Maeve grinned. “I'll send you off to your chamber and retrieve your consort.
The first lesson begins tonight.”
Chapter Seven
Cerne wiped the sweat from his brow. So much for exercising his need away. He wanted her more than he had before he took to the training field. “Blasted woman!” He needed a bath—preferably a cold one. He ripped off his sweat-drenched tunic and whistled for a servant. Instead of a knock on his door, intense light filled the entire room.
Belenus stepped from the brightness and bowed. “Good day, Lord Silverwing.”
“I was about to call for a bath.” Cerne crossed his arms. “How can I be of service?”
“Maeve is asking for you.”
Cerne raised an eyebrow. “Bored with you already, is she?”
“Never.” Belenus winked. “We had a situation this afternoon in the garden.”
“Rhiannon?” At Belenus’s nod, he shook his head. “Let me guess, she tried to escape?”
“No. Someone attempted to poison her. They got her maid instead.” Cerne snapped to attention. He gritted his teeth. “Onora?”
“Yes.”
Cerne narrowed his eyes. “How in the deities did this happen? Is wee Onora all right?”
“Onora is fine. She’s resting in her quarters. Take a seat, my friend.” Belenus pointed to Cerne’s chaise and proceeded to relay the events of that afternoon.
“Who here has that much power?” Cerne questioned. He knew Onora was young but she took pride in her herbalist abilities.
“Ethelred the wizard, but he has been in the royal family’s employ for generations. He’s only been schooled in White Faerie magic. We have High Councilman Evenspring and the whole nasty business with his daughter. He seemed naturally shocked when we told him what happened. Maeve has only just come into her powers, but we both know she’s dedicated to her queen.”
“Is Rhiannon safe?” Cerne asked.
Belenus grinned. “Of course. It’s why Maeve is looking for you. The princess’s tutoring begins tonight.”
“She wants nothing to do with me.” Cerne sighed. “We had a disagreement.”
“Have some make up sex.”
“What about the joining ceremony?”
“Please tell me you aren’t that ignorant?” Belenus burst into a fit of laughter.
Cerne narrowed his eyes. “I know we can mate before the ceremony, you dolt. Rhiannon is a virgin and wants to wait.”
“Where in Fey did you hear that swill?”
“She thought it. I read her mind. But the point is I do not want to take advantage of her.” Cerne, full of conviction, crossed his arms and raised his chin.
Belenus threw back his head and guffawed even louder than before. “Women always say that nonsense. But the moment you lay your tongue on them, they start squirming in pleasure.
And then the only thing they can think about is having your cock ramming inside their hot cunt.”
“She does not want me that way, Bel, or I would’ve already had her hot cunt.”
“Trust me, Cerne. The woman is on fire for you. Why do you think she didn’t leave the room while you were stroking yourself?”
“You knew about that?”
Belenus shrugged. “Maeve told me.”
“How did Maeve find out?”
“Women talk, you know.” Belenus smirked. “I’ve also heard you’re well-versed in the art of tongue fucking.”
“You’ve seen me in action, so that should not be a surprise.”
“The pleasure lessons have paid off, Cerne. You’ll make an excellent lover for the future queen. But now it’s time for the princess’s lesson.”
“I thought the prince’s duty was to pleasure the princess.”
“Gah! What fun would that be, always pleasuring with no pleasure in return? What outdated tome are you getting this rubbish from?” Belenus stood up and walked over to Cerne’s bookcase.
He pulled out several old, worn books and wrinkled his nose. He snapped a finger, sending them into a cloud of dust.
“Times have changed. This isn’t the Fey of our grandparents. Even the king and queen partake in equal pleasure. What rock are you hiding under?”
“I’m old-fashioned in my ways, I suppose. I was taught only a courtesan was meant to pleasure a man, not a princess.” Although he had to admit he’d never experienced anything like
Rhiannon’s hot mouth closing around his engorged length. He’d never had a release like that ever in his five hundred and forty years. Just thinking about it sent all the blood in his body jetting to his cock. He knew he’d have no problems receiving pleasure at the hands of his princess.
Looking down at Cerne’s erection, Belenus grinned. “That was one of our not-so-intelligent rules, and your cock seems to agree with me.”
Stupid penis had a mind of its own these days. Cerne was starting to hate these tight breeches his people insisted on wearing. They showed all his endowments, more than he wanted.
“I don’t deny that I find the princess attractive.”
“Attractive? Is that all?” Belenus grinned. “You’ve been sporting an erection the last few times I’ve seen you. You find her more than attractive, my friend.”
“Whatever
. So what does Maeve plan for us this evening?” Belenus smiled. “I believe she only wants a friendly chat. Sorry if I got your hopes up for more.”
“I wouldn’t want to move too quickly anyway. Rhiannon is a special woman. I don’t want to scare her off.”
“You? Scare a woman off? Have you looked in the mirror lately? The only females you’d possibly scare off are those pixies with their boyish ways.”
“Not all pixies are boyish.” Cerne smirked.
“Which further proves my point, Cerne. Women love you and all you have to offer.”
“They lust after me, you mean. I doubt it’s love.”
“There’s a fine line between lust and love.” Bel stood from the settee and adjusted his robes.
“You need to spend time with your princess.”
“I need a bath,” Cerne replied. “I spent a good afternoon out in the training field.”
“You’ll bathe in the princess’s chambers.” Bel’s lips swept into a knowing grin. “Maeve’s orders, my friend.”
Of course, only Maeve would demand something so bold. On the other hand, the thought of bathing—even being nude—in front of Rhiannon sent a flood of desire rushing through his body.
“If Maeve has ordered it, how can I refuse?” At this point, Cerne wouldn’t refuse anyone the request, even a lowly scullery maid.
“Very well. We best be off.” Bel snapped his fingers and a bright flash of light engulfed
them.
When the mists evaporated, Cerne took in his surroundings. Purple, sheer drapes curtained the giant four-poster bed where Rhiannon lounged.
“Hello, Cerne.” Her sultry voice beckoned him closer. Of their own accord, his feet moved toward the bed. “Maeve wants us to talk.” She turned to Belenus and smiled. “You must be Bel.
Maeve’s told me all about you.”
Belenus brushed a strand of long sandy blond hair behind his ear and bowed. “I dare hope it was all good.”
Rhiannon nodded. “It was.” She rose from the bed, exposing a smooth, shapely leg. She turned back to Cerne. “I’ve had a bath drawn for you, mo cridhe. Maeve informs me you’ve been training rigorously this afternoon.”
Belenus raised a curious eyebrow. “Mo cridhe? You’ve already gotten the princess to call you endearments?”
“She speaks them only because she’s heard me say it. She hasn’t any idea what it means,” Cerne replied in a sotto voce whisper.
“If you say so, my friend.” Belenus patted Cerne’s back. “The princess is smarter than you think.”
“Perhaps.” He turned his attention back to Rhiannon, who wore a chemise of emerald-green gossamer. Cerne’s nether appendage perked up, as if noticing the rosy tips of her areolas brushing against the flimsy fabric. His breath caught in his chest.
“Where is Maeve?” he finally managed to say.
“She’ll be here shortly. She’s checking on Onora.” Rhiannon took slow, steady steps as she approached him. “I told her I wanted to bathe you.”
“But that’s a job for one of the servants.”
Belenus kicked him in the shin. “Don’t be such a prude.” Rhiannon brushed her breasts against Cerne’s chest. “I wish to bathe you, so it will be done.”
What in Fey had Maeve done to her? She screamed of sex and seduction. “Are you all right, Rhiannon?”
She smiled and turned away, heading toward the steaming bath. “I’m beyond all right,” she purred. “Come. The water is going to get cold.”
“What about Bel?” Cerne asked, curving his mouth into a wide grin. “What will he do whilst you wash my back?”
“Maeve says he can join in, if I want.” She paused to glance at Belenus. “What do you think, Bel? Would you like to help me bathe my consort?”
Cerne raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Rhiannon made her way back toward Cerne, her hips swaying seductively. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it feels like to have another man’s hands on your most intimate parts?” She brushed her taut breasts against his chest and reached down to massage his raging erection.
“You’re joking, right?”
Rhiannon shook her head. “My first lesson was shedding inhibitions and unlocking my deepest fantasies. Maeve says I’m a fast learner.”
“And what does this have to do with Bel?” Blasted woman was kinkier than he thought.
He’d tease her by playing ignorant.
Rhiannon sighed and licked her lips. “I want a sandwich.” She sauntered back toward the tub.
“I can have one of the palace cooks bring you one.” Belenus arched a brow in confusion. “You aren’t being serious, I hope,” he whispered.
“I’m only feigning ignorance,” Cerne replied in an undertone. “I enjoy a good tease every now and again.”
Rhiannon sighed, dropping her gown to the floor. “I want a man wich. I’m not referring to food, either.” She leaned over the tub, giving Cerne and Belenus a full view of the milky globes of her ass, and lowered her hand into the steamy water. She scooped some water into her hand, poured it across her breasts and let out a soft moan as the hot liquid trickled down the hard nubs of her nipples. The vixen!
“Oh, dear Gods. I hope Maeve gets here soon,” Belenus breathed out. “Your virginal princess has the mind of a seasoned courtesan. I can see why you’re always rising to the occasion now.”
Rhiannon turned around, crooking her finger. “Please, mo cridhe.” She traced the bar of soap around a pebbled nipple and down across her belly button.
Cerne had finally had enough. His cock continued to throb, threatening to burst through his breeches. With sure steps, he stalked to the tub and pulled Rhiannon against him. Lowering his
mouth to her throat, he ground his erection into her ass. “You are tempting me beyond words, my heart.” He groaned, licking and nibbling the nape of her neck.
“Good. It appears Maeve’s instruction has paid off.” She turned to Belenus. “Would you like to help me disrobe my consort?”
Cerne turned to Belenus, whose face stretched in a full grin. “If Her Highness wishes it.”
“I do.” She reached down to grope Cerne through his breeches. “I still haven’t figured out these pants yet and could use all the instruction I can get.” Belenus nodded and joined Rhiannon and Cerne by the tub. Smiling, he looked down at Cerne’s breeches. Taking a lace in his hand, he started to pull slowly. “Well, Your Highness…” Belenus winked. “You take the lace here and pull.” He ripped the lace out, whipping it in his hand. Cerne’s erection sprung out, as if it were happy to be free of its restraint.
Rhiannon moved in to help Belenus pull down Cerne’s tight breeches. She and Belenus traced their hands down his thighs as they pulled the tight mushroom skin down his legs.
Rhiannon knelt before him and unlaced his boots. She gazed up at him with pouty lips begging for pleasures of the most carnal kind.
“Lift your leg, consort.”
He loved the commanding tone of her voice, and lifted his foot, allowing her to pull the boot off. She threw the boot to the corner and turned to the other. Before she could ask, he lifted his other leg.
“Mmm, you’re a fast learner.” She pulled the other boot off and threw it with its mate.
Cerne stepped out of his breeches and stood in front of his princess—hard, rigid and ready.
“The water grows cold, love,” Rhiannon drawled. She turned to the tub and bent over, allowing her ass to rub against his erection.
His cock pulsated against the crevice of her ass. He snaked his arms about her waist and hauled her against him. “Careful, my sweet, or you may end up with a big surprise.” He ground his erection into her ass.
“I think your princess has more surprises than you know.” Belenus chuckled, reaching down to stroke his hardened flesh through his breeches.
Rhiannon’s eyes lit up. “I’m curious.”
“About what, my sweet?” Cerne whispered in her ear. He traced his tongue along her earlobe and nipped her n
eck.
“Are all faeries as well-endowed?”
Cerne looked over to Belenus, who’d loosened the strings of his own breeches and had his hand inside, stroking himself. A sheepish grin stretched across Belenus’s face.
“I wish Bel to remove his clothing as well.” She smiled, adding, “For research purposes.” A royal request was a royal request. Even if it were for research purposes, whatever that meant. Right now Cerne did not care. He should’ve been jealous by such a request but instead found himself oddly excited. “The princess wants you naked, Bel. Will you honor her request?”
“I cannot refuse.” Belenus lifted his tunic up over his head. His muscled chest and arms flexed with each movement. He pulled down his breeches, exposing his engorged shaft.
Rhiannon’s eyes boggled. Belenus was a little shorter than Cerne but was as thick as a log.
Rhiannon gasped. “Oh, my God...s! That has to be the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. You’d rip me to shreds.”
Belenus chuckled. “Then be happy Cerne was chosen for your consort, and not me.” Rhiannon’s cheeks flushed a warm rosy pink. Cerne was more than happy he was chosen too. Jealousy pounded through him as he thought about Belenus sliding in and out of her. He had nothing to fear, though. Belenus and Maeve were in love, or so Maeve had said earlier.
Cerne turned to the tub. “I’d better get in before ice crystals start to form.” Rhiannon nodded. “We can’t have certain parts of you shriveling now, can we?” She reached down and brushed a fingertip across the tip of his erection.
Cerne needed no more invitation. He stepped into the tub and got comfortable, allowing the steamy water to roll across his skin. His cock eagerly peaked from the tub, awaiting its princess’s touch.
Instead it was Belenus’s hands stroking and massaging his body. Rhiannon sat at the foot of the tub, running her fingers lightly over the curls of hair on his chest. She dipped her hand in the tub and grabbed the soap, lathering it in her hands. With a secret grin, she handed the soap to Belenus.