He parted my slit and pushed his fingers into my creamy channel. Rowan’s mouth slid over my clit and he sucked gently on it, causing my legs to shake. I thrashed around, clutching the ground, trying hard to find anything to center myself. I’d never been so out of control in my life, and I wanted more.
"Rowan, please … please fuck me."
He pulled back slowly from me and slid up and over me. His lips came crashing down on mine. The taste of my sex on his mouth made me crazy with lust. I bit at him, drinking him down. The head of his cock waited at my entrance, but he didn’t move. I tried pulling on his strong arms to get him to enter me sooner. I felt the head of him ready to dive in. He teetered with amazing skill on the edge of my opening. I tugged harder on him, but he did not budge.
"Are you sure that this is what you want?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
I slid my hands into the back of his long brown hair. It was impossible for a faerie to lie during moments of passion. That, if anything was our one fatal flaw. Many a murder plot had been foiled throughout our history by way of secrets coming out in the bedroom. I looked into his dark brown eyes. Everything about him was perfect. I felt as though I’d known him all my life. Could this warrior be the one I’d been waiting for?
"Yes," I said with the utmost certainty, and with that, he entered me. I cried out. He was so large, both in width and in length, that I wasn’t sure I could handle him. To my delight, my tightness eased and I opened enough to form around him perfectly. I gasped as I sheathed his entire thick mass.
Rowan pulled himself out slowly. I thought he was going to exit me completely, but he plunged back down hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. My magic was building slowly, trying to come to the surface, and I could smell his building as well. The faint scent of lilacs in the morning dew filled my head.
It was common for a faerie to secrete a scent from nature during moments of passion. We are after all the caretakers to it, so it is not considered abnormal. What was abnormal was the honeysuckle smell that soon followed. Only the most powerful of faeries had enough magic to release more than one scent. He was very powerful, so much so that it caught me off guard. I had not expected the King to send someone with this much magic to review the conditions of my marriage to his son. My stomach tightened hard as my power threatened to tear free of my body.
I repeated the word "yes" over and over again, as Rowan, the wondrous lover that I’d just found, ground my body into the earth. My toes started to tingle, and the sensation moved up my inner legs to my groin, where it left me throbbing, pulsating, and crying out in delight. I pushed my body hard up towards him, and let my magic spill out. It hit him with such a force that he cried out as he thrust himself into me, filling me with his powerful juices. He collapsed on me, and lay there quietly for a moment, still housed deep within me.
"Mackenzie."
"Yes," I said, breathlessly.
"I fear that you have indeed stolen my heart."
I grabbed hold of the sides of his face and pulled it up so I could look into his dark eyes. It’d been rumored throughout faerie history that it was possible to fall in love with another with just one touch, but it was not common. It was much more common for a faerie to go through his or her life with hundreds of different partners, never finding one that pulled on your heart strings and made you forget that anything but them existed. But, Rowan had just confessed his love for me. I knew that that he spoke the truth, we were in the height of a passionate moment, and that’s what terrified me the most.
"No, you must forget about love. You must only ever regard this as casual pleasure, nothing more. Do you understand?"
He tipped his head slightly, looking a bit love struck. "I’ve tasted your power, and I have no doubt that we were meant for one another. I will not deny my feelings for you."
He hardened, flexing his cock deep within me. I wanted him to take me again, but I feared for his safety. I’d agreed in my contract not to bed a man I was in love with or who loved me. Casual sex was completely acceptable, and for the most part, encouraged. Only a few Fay unions forbade this, and my contract with Prince Elwyn did not. However, sex with love was forbidden. Sex with love for a faerie could result in a child, and for the sake of royal blood remaining pure, it was strictly forbidden. The pressure of his full erection took my mind off of my problems at hand, and I fell into a state of need, not worry.
My body craved Rowan’s, as I’d never craved anyone before. I wanted to allow him to take me any way he could. After a moment of pulling and tugging at him, I managed to get him to let me turn my body around. I pulled my knees up and under me. The soft earth felt glorious on my hands. I let Mother Nature’s power crawl through my veins and deep within me. Humans have grossly underestimated the rejuvenation properties of nature for centuries now. We faeries are more than aware of how magnificent nature truly is.
I waited on all fours as Rowan moved his strong body behind mine. His hand inched up to find my dripping wet entrance. His fingers twirled around within me, the trail of our mixed juices following as he pulled his fingers back out. I turned my head to watch him rub it along his shaft until it glistened. I wanted to lick it off, but the need to have him buried in me was too great. I stayed in place.
His eyes locked on mine and I knew in that moment that he would belong to me for all eternity, if I decided to take him. He eased himself into my silk binding. Taking him this way, on my hands and knees, made him feel even larger. I hadn’t expected that. I screamed out with a mix of pleasure and pain. This only served to add strength to his already tremendous thrusts.
"Oh, my…." I panted.
"Does … this … please … you?" he asked between thrusts.
He slid his fingers into the back of my hair, clenching a handful of it tightly, as he rammed himself into me. He laid his body against mine, lessening his momentum, and reached his free hand up to cup my breast. I clenched my teeth, grinding down to find some sort of release for the pressure that brought so much pleasure to me. He moved his hands down, rimming the edges of my ass.
"This will be mine soon too," he said with a low growl.
I wanted to scream at him to be rougher, to take it and ram his cock deep within it. I wanted to demand that he push with all his might. I was crazy in the moment, and wanted him to take me past the edge of acceptable and into the realm of unexplained, but as our magic began to build I lost control and released it.
Our bodies shook together as we climaxed, leaving me little chance to cry out anything more than a moan. He pulled out, and a small amount of his magical juices dripped onto the back of my legs. It tickled as it ran down towards my knee. I giggled and flipped on to my back.
He plopped down on the ground next to me, and took me into his arms. I snuggled close to his chest, feeling so safe and loved next to him. Loved? I had never felt loved in another man’s arms before. Did this mean that I had fallen for him as well? Even the one man whom I had fallen for prior to Rowan, had never seemed to reciprocate the feelings I had for him.
"Tell me your thoughts," Rowan said, nuzzling his lips to my neck.
"I’m afraid."
He stopped kissing me. "What are you frightened of?"
"Marrying Prince Elwyn."
"Mackenzie, do not fear the Prince."
"He’ll never let me see you again."
He propped himself up on one arm and looked at me with serious eyes. "Would you deny your love for me to the Prince?" I was about to answer, but he put his finger to my lips. "Think hard before you respond. Would you really risk your life to proclaim your feelings for me?"
"No, I…."
He looked stunned, and then hurt. He pulled away, shaking his head as he went. "I see."
"No, you didn’t let me finish. What I was trying to tell you is no, I wouldn’t risk your life. I will go and confess that I have fallen in love with another, but I will not reveal whom. I will take your name to the grave with me."
A sigh of rel
ief came from him. "It warms my heart to hear you say that, but I truly believe that we have nothing to fear."
"Why is that?" I asked, wanting to know what made him so sure that we’d be safe.
He laughed softly. "The Prince is not quite the monster that you have been led to believe."
"I don’t know, Rowan, I’ve heard horror stories of what the Unblessed are capable of doing when provoked. They’re monsters you know. I’ve heard that they eat their young."
This brought a tiny chuckle from his tender lips. I didn’t find my concern to be funny, and was about to scold him when a rush of heat danced through my lower abdomen. It felt as if a hundred tiny butterflies were fluttering around in it. I grabbed it, trying to soothe away the inevitable.
"Oh, no!"
"What’s wrong?" he asked, leaning over me.
"Go now, and tell no one of our encounter," I said, as I stood slowly. He caught hold of my shoulders and pinned me to the ground, gently.
"No, I’m not going anywhere, what’s going on?"
I looked into his loving brown eyes, and let my finger trace his curved ear. "You must leave. My mother and the Prince will stop at nothing to find you now."
"Why is that?" His hand slid down to find mine, still resting on my lower abdomen. When his hand came into contact with my stomach, the butterfly feeling intensified and a faint, glowing shimmer came forth from my skin to his. It spilled out and onto him, creating a halo effect above us both. He didn’t pull his hand away as I expected him to do. Instead, he slid his body over mine and pressed himself against me.
"Don’t you understand what this means?" I was on the verge of hysteria.
"Yes, it means that my heart was correct, you are my eternal soul-mate, and it means that together, our love could create life." Rowan slid his fingers between my legs searching out my dampness, exploring the place that had been created just for him, at least according to my magic. "I love you Princess Mackenzie…. I love you."
I tried to find it in me to lash out at him. I wanted to strike him across the face for his ignorance to the seriousness of our situation. I didn’t. I opened my legs wide for him to enter me. He grabbed hold of the backs of my knees, and lifted them high above my head, giving him deeper access to me. He wasn’t gentle when he entered me again, and I didn’t want him to be. He rode me with white-hot passion, and I savored every moment of having him deep inside of me.
"Mine, you are mine now, Princess," he said, in a low voice.
He let his power pour forth with every thrust. He was soaking me down with his magical juice. That is how faerie children get their powers. Their mother’s wombs are ‘showered’ with powers over an extended period of time. It would take one full year of regular intercourse with a soul-mate to ripen my womb enough to accept a seed. In a sense, I was only a potential mother-to-be. If he and I did not lay together many, many times over the course of the next year, then our union would not produce a child. It had to be this difficult for us to conceive. If we could have a child with just anyone easily, then we would be so overpopulated that we would not survive.
I cried out from the joy of him bringing me again, but was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing his throat near us. Rowan stopped thrusting himself into me and turned to see one of the men he had arrived with standing five feet from us. Normally, I wouldn’t have given any thought to having an audience, but under these circumstances, it meant that now there was a witness, and he would surely tell the Prince of this. I lay still with my legs high in the air and my eternal soul-mate, Rowan, still deep within me.
"What do you want, Glyn?" Rowan asked, deprecatingly.
The man standing near us bowed his head. "Forgive me, Sir, but the Queen wishes for you to come before her. She is very eager to discuss the upcoming wedding."
Glyn tried, very unsuccessfully, to not stare at my naked body. He hovered near us. "Glyn, please inform the Queen that I have already had the pleasure of meeting her daughter." He plunged into me again. I cried out and glanced over at Glyn. I bucked against Rowan and tried to sit up. He pinned me to the ground. "Mackenzie, don’t go."
I slid from under him and rolled over to grab hold of my crumpled gown. I turned and looked at Glyn, who was now looking directly at his feet. Rowan, who stood, looked at me with eyes so sweet and innocent that I knew that he couldn’t possibly fathom the severity of our situation. "Now the Prince will surely find out about us."
Glyn’s head popped up as he looked towards the two of us. Rowan’s hand rose quickly. "No, I think that our secret is safe from the Prince, don’t you, Glyn?"
"Umm, umm, yes sir." Glyn turned quickly and walked back into the vines.
I was nearly done pulling my gown back on when Rowan’s strong arms encircled my body. He planted the tiniest of kisses all over the side of my neck. I wanted to stay with him for all eternity here, but I knew that would mean his death, as well as my mine. I couldn’t do that do him. I couldn’t let him be punished for my sake. I’d been the one to approach him in the courtyard. I’d been the one that lured him here, by the river, to enjoy the pleasures of his wondrous body. No, I would not allow him to die because of me.
I let my power build up. I concentrated hard on hiding it from him. He was so powerful that I wasn’t sure I could bring the amount I needed, without him noticing it. My mind raced, and then it hit me. I turned into his gentle kisses and met them with my own. I made mine long and passionate. Prickling energy throbbed in my hand. I timed my strike perfectly. I lifted my hand to his chest. "Know that I do this because of my love for you," I said softly.
Before he could respond, I let my magic out. It slammed into him and sent him hurdling to the ground. He looked so perfect with his long brown hair spread about him on the grass that I hated to leave him unattended, but Glyn would come looking for him soon. I knew that I’d put enough into that to keep him asleep for a few hours. Quickly, I turned and set off to see my soon-to-be husband.
Chapter 2
I was disappointed in myself for my impulse to see the Prince. I would look most disreputable if I ever did get to see him. My wet gown clung tightly to me as the evening air began to cool.
After knocking Rowan out, I had to cross the river to head in the direction of the Unblessed Court. I could have gone back to the main path and followed it to the bridge, but I was sure that I would be spotted. As much as I pretended to be modest about my looks, I knew well enough that my beauty was the topic of discussion at many pubs. Sneaking away from the watchful eye of my mother was my favorite pastime. I often visited the pubs in disguise and listened to the townspeople talking. The men would make comments to the effect of "she’s no Princess Mackenzie, but she’ll do nonetheless." It wouldn’t take long for someone to recognize me, and the news of my journey would travel fast to my mother. She’d send out the royal guards to bring me home, then she’d carry on like there was no tomorrow, and for me, there most likely wasn’t one.
I’d never been past the boundaries of the Blessed Court, and now knew why. The forest grew denser by the minute, and the noises coming from it were terrifying me. "It doesn’t matter," I told myself.
I knew that the Prince would do worse to me soon. I was not thrilled with the idea of running to my own death, but the thought of Rowan being tortured ripped at my gut. I would never let that happen. Perhaps the Prince would excuse this blunder of mine because we were not yet wed? I had to have hope. More than likely, he would see me hanging from the end of a rope, strip me of my powers in the process, and then strip me of my life as well.
I continued on the ever-narrowing path. Night fell fast upon me, and I had trouble seeing. I could’ve used my magic to cast a soft light out before me, but I’d been warned all my life about the creatures that lurked in the forest at the entrance to the Unblessed Court, and I certainly didn’t want to draw attention to myself. When I was a child, stories of the Gorilliantes that roamed these lands had made me so scared that I refused to leave the castle to go and play for one wh
ole week. I even spent a night sleeping in my wardrobe because I was convinced that one would come and eat me during the night. Gorilliantes were well known for their brutality. With four arms, the body of an ape, and the head of a man, I didn’t know how they would not be considered dangerous. During the war between the Courts, the Unblessed unleashed many of their demons on us. Many of my immortal friends met with unnatural endings to their lives. After all, it is rather hard to survive being torn to shreds by a half Gorilla, half faerie warrior, even if you are immortal. It’s not like your head is bound to reattach itself you know.
Cedric, my childhood playmate, and later in life, lover, had been forced to go off to the war. I had begged my mother not to send him. She explained that it was in effect, out of her hands. Cedric’s father was the head general for the Blessed side and that dictated his participation in the war. Before he left, the two of us sat down together and researched every known creature of the Unblessed Court. When the day for Cedric to leave came, we both knew that we’d never see each other again. It had been a year and a half since I’d last seen my beautiful, auburn-haired lover. News had traveled back to me a week before the end of the war that he had perished. I thought that my heart would forever have a void in it, until I’d met Rowan. No, he’d never fill Cedric’s spot, but he would serve as a healing force for my loss.
A loud noise rustled ahead of me. I had little time to call upon my power before a dark shadow leapt before me. I screamed, and sent a blast of energy at it. I turned and ran into the forest, and heard it grunt. I didn’t stop to see if I had inflected any damage on it, I just ran. My bare feet were used to the soft, glorious ground of the Blessed court. I almost never wore sandals when I was home. Now I was seriously regretting that decision. The forest floor was covered in sharp twigs, rocks, and vines with thorns. I wanted to sit for a minute to caress my aching feet, but I could sense the creature from the path moving in on me fast. A sharp pain shot through the bottom of my foot. It felt like someone had rammed something straight through it. I stumbled down and drove my knee into a large rock. I screamed out as I rolled onto my back to see how close my pursuer was to me. I couldn’t see him so much as I could sense him. I picked up on his energy, his aura, and it was negative if I’d ever felt one. He was extremely close to me. He circled me like a wolf surveying its prey. I slid my hand down slowly and clutched the rock that I’d rammed my knee into. I waited until I was sure that he was close enough to me before I turned quickly and smashed the rock into him. He cried out in pain, and flung energy at me. It hit me hard and took my breath away. I tried to scramble to my feet, but was struck with another wave of his power. Darkness surrounded me as I went crashing to the ground.
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