Gods, I felt so full. I groaned as he impaled me.
“Beautiful, sunshine. Your ass is a work of art like the rest of you.”
He reached down and pumped the healing stone in and out of me, and once he had found a rhythm there, he started to work his cock in and out of my ass. First one and then the other. My weak legs were trembling, but I forced myself to keep them up. I could do nothing else. This was too much. I was completely at his mercy now. I felt used in the best sort of way.
The orgasm built up almost stealthily. In my warm haze of satisfaction it almost seemed impossible that the climb would ever end. The unrelenting friction, his other hand touching me gently, my shuddering little body…suddenly it was like thunder rumbling out from the clouds. I felt a mounting spark of unbearable lust that now built rapidly until I thought I would die!
I was splitting open for him, crying as the most overwhelming orgasm I had ever had pounded through my body. “Wrin—stop! Gods, no, don’t stop—” I didn’t even know what I wanted at first. His hand stopped working the healing stone, and he just fucked me hard. The last vestiges of my orgasm were still rippling through me as he came. It must not have been long, but it felt three times longer than any climax I’d ever had.
When I collapsed, he stripped off my stockings and carried me into the pool of water. The warm water felt wonderful on my skin. I spread my naked limbs and let the soft caress of the water soothe me.
“My mermaid,” he said.
“Not anymore…”
“You will always be my mermaid,” he said.
“I wonder how Melitara will feel as she grows up,” I said. “What if she wanted to live under the water?”
“I think it’s a little early to worry about that. We might as well wonder, what if she wants to join a traveling theater troupe?”
“I suppose you’re right…”
“She’s a princess of Wyndyr. She will have responsibilities to her people, as I do. It’s just a part of being born into royalty. You never starve or suffer, but you have to follow certain protocol. You can marry anyone you like in Wyndyr, we’ve proved that. But you also have to be ready to inherit the throne.”
“Girls too?”
“Oh yes, there is a long tradition of elven queens.” He reached for a bar of soap sitting on the edge of the pool. “Now, it’s true, we still generally maintain that the eldest son is the heir, but we’ve made concessions when the daughter is more…shall we say…up to the task? Sometimes the men can be pretty irresponsible…”
“I don’t believe that. Surely you have never done anything irresponsible,” I said, giving him an innocent face.
He grinned. “Well, I’m managing the husband-and-father part, but I’m glad I don’t have to be king. Ithrin and all his meetings and bookkeeping…”
“May he live long,” I said.
“He enjoys it,” Wrindel said. “It’s the parties he hates. This city needs two kings.”
After all the frenzied lovemaking of moments before, now he started to wash my hair, which was every bit as nice. Except for the maids rushing in to briefly fuss with me, I had not really been taking this sort of care of myself.
In the midst of this, I heard the approaching screams of an infant, and we exchanged a grim, tired smile. Wrin started to leave the pool, and I touched his arm.
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” I said. “Let’s have Hanaria drop her off right here. It’s never too early for a mermaid to learn to swim.”
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Fairy Tale Heat Series
Every book is standalone and can be read in any order, although some characters might pop up in later books!
Book One: Beauty and the Goblin King
Book Two: These Wicked Revels (A retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses)
Book Three: Rapunzel and the Dark Prince
Book Four: The Beggar Princess (A retelling of King Thrushbeard)
Book Five: The Goblin Cinderella
Book Six: The Mermaid Bride
Book Seven: Tasting Gretel
About the Author
Lidiya Foxglove has always loved a good fairy tale, whether it’s sweet or steamy, and she likes to throw in a little of both. Sometimes she thinks she ought to do something other than reading and writing, but that would require doing more laundry. So…never mind.
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