Wicked Wishes

by Joanna Wylde, Stephanie Burke, Marly Chance

  But he had to slow down.

  He felt his erection swell and his balls pull up against the base of his cock. He was much too close and he didn't want to explode. Not just yet anyway.

  Giving his shaft one last rub, he brought his fingers again into play on the sensual torture Nola was gladly receiving.

  "Want more?" he whispered against her, smiling as her head nodded vigorously and she pulled his head deeper into her heat. "Good."

  Two fingers thrust deeply into her, curving slightly to stroke her 'G' spot, sending electricity stuttering through her body.

  Nola screamed as her body tensed up as if struck by lightning.

  "Craven," she wailed. "Please! More!"

  Murmuring soothingly into her flesh, Craven eased back the hood of her clit, exposing the milky-white pearl to his ministrations.

  "As you wish," he whispered, before he latched on and began to run his tongue over and over her exposed bud.

  Tears filled Nola's eyes as tension built in her body. Her fingers fisted, then left his hair all together to pound on the table.

  She was dying; she was flying. She was being reborn.

  One of her hands went to her throbbing nipple, tugging and stroking, while the other returned to Craven's head, desperate for him to make the tension rise, to make it explode, to grant her relief.

  "Cum for me," Craven purred as he felt her body tighten like a bowstring ready to fire. "Drench me, Nola."

  And then he added another finger, the thickness stretching her, giving her the nudge she desperately needed to find her release.

  "Oh, fuck!" Nola screamed as her body lifted off of the table. "I'm… Oh!"

  Then rapture!

  Her body trembled and tightened. For a moment, she felt nothing, then everything. Her eyes locked onto Craven's. That one contact kept her soul intact as her body exploded across the universe and into a higher plane.

  Then her body was clenching around his fingers, each contact sending a deeper sensation through her body.

  Her nose tingled, her toes curled, her thighs burned. This explosive release filled her, then her eyes slammed shut, forcing her to experience the final waves of release on her own.

  Finally gasping for breath, her body eased and she felt the table beneath her back once more.

  Craven, not leaving her alone, continued to gently caress and pet her, not stimulating her overly sensitive parts, but a calm gentle stroke until she began to return to her body.

  Finally easing his fingers out of her still dripping cunt, he raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply.

  "Precious Nola," he breathed. "Smells sweet as a rose."

  Her eyes eased open at his words and when he saw he had her attention, he continued.

  "And sweet as honey."

  Before her gaze, he hungrily lapped each finger, sucking in each knuckle, licking the flesh between them, until all traces of Nola were gone.

  "And there's still more," he purred as her eyes smoldered in returning sensuality. "Make your body lie about that, Nola. And if you find you can, you are more depraved then I will ever be."

  Chapter Eight

  Her toes were numb.

  Nola tried to move and realized that her toes wouldn't move. But that was okay because her face was numb as well. And her knees ached. And certain parts of her burned.

  "You liked that, didn't you?" Craven purred as he winked at her and wiped his mouth with one hand. The other drummed on the still-tingling flesh of her upper thigh.

  "Water," Nola gasped, swallowing hard to return some moisture to her parched throat.

  "No. But if you are really that thirsty, I'll give you something to drink."

  That said, he slowly climbed up her body, dragging his hot flesh and his hard erection up and over her swollen clit, trailing through the moisture that still flowed there, and up her quivering stomach.

  He paused and grinned as he rested in the valley between her breasts, but then moved on until he was straddling her chest, his throbbing cock inches from her lips.

  "You can't be serious?" she gasped, even as she licked her lips in anticipation. What would Craven taste like?

  "It's protein," he urged, easily reading her desire in her eyes. Nola was on a sexual escapade, and she wanted more. "And don't tell me you never did this before. Your body wasn't exactly virginal when I got to it."

  "Oh it's not a blow job to me," she purred. "It's more like a hobby. But I don't swallow," she added as the fire in his eyes increased several degrees.

  She ran one hand teasingly over the corded muscles of his thigh and over his ass, pausing to pinch his firm flesh.

  "Fair enough," he breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "I have other plans for this load."

  Nola grinned at her witty back and forth repartee, but soon her eyes were drawn to the hefty piece of flesh that hovered above her, his large balls rising to the base of it.

  "If we are going to do this," she decided, turning serious all of a sudden, "then you are going to get off my chest and onto your back. Then you will beg me like the begging male you are."

  Craven's eyebrow rose at her pronouncement. Begging male? He was usually the dominate in his dealings. But it would be fun to play, for a little while.

  Before he could formulate a response, Nola opened her mouth and sucked his pre-cum drenched head inside.

  "Damn!" he all but roared as he felt the heat of her mouth. She was on fire.

  Her tongue forced him against the ridges of the roof of her mouth. He dropped his hands above her head, bending over her for support.

  Then she brought her hands into play, one reaching up to cup his nuts gently but firmly, the other to grab at his ass, massaging the hard muscles there.

  She tried to force him deeper, into the back of her throat, but her gagging stopped her progress.

  "Easy," he murmured, trying to sooth. "Take a deep breath and try again."

  He urged her onward, the silky smooth feel of her mouth driving him to new heights of eroticism. He looked down and saw her—rolling her eyes at him actually—but was caught by the sight of her stuffing herself full of him.

  Nola knew what she was doing, it was just the full girth of him took her by surprise.

  Ignoring his words, she eased her head back a bit then swallowed twice.

  Craven blinked as he began to slide down into her throat.

  Before he could blink, she has taken him all, balls-deep.

  Once she had him seated comfortably, she winked at him, then began controlling her throat muscles, massaging him from within.

  "Nola!" Craven roared, surprise evident on his face.

  But Nola was not done.

  Her hands began to massage his nuts, tugging gently as her hand on his ass urged him to move.

  Slowly, sweat pouring from his body, and with trembling arms, Craven began to carefully move. He slid into her gripping sweetness then slid away slowly.

  Nola began taking small breaths through her nose when he pulled back so that his head rested in her mouth, her tongue rapidly flicking over the sensitive crown, then opening her throat for him to plunge deeper.

  Craven began to grunt as he thrust into her, and groan when he pulled back. She was beginning to play his hot buttons like she knew what she as doing.

  Apparently she did know because next her hands began to caress his cheeks, running down the trench between them and gently rubbing across his rosebud.

  Craven clenched first with automatic reaction, then relaxed as her fingers stimulated the nerve endings there.

  He began to purr in pleasure as she began to move a bit faster.

  "Damn, you are good," he sighed, then jumped as a flash of fire began to travel along his spine. "Very good.

  Saying nothing, Nola added a new sensation. She began to growl deep within her throat, vibrating the whole of his cock as he was squeezed within her.

  Craven's eyes popped wide open as she did this, his cock swelling even more within her.

/>   But Nola kept a steady rhythm, easing off when she felt his balls drawing up to the base of his cock, making the feelings last longer.

  Soon Craven was a shaking, soggy mass of manhood above her, tortured by a finger that teased one of his hot spots, a throat that was trying to strangle his dick, and her caressing hands that held his balls down, preventing him from exploding.

  She was trying to make him beg!

  And damn if she wasn't close.

  Feeling his body began to give over to her, Nola redoubled her efforts to make Craven scream. She moved faster on his cock, her hands stroked and teased his balls, and her finger teased his opening, dropping below it to press his perineal area before dancing over his rose.

  Craven felt his knees go weak and had to struggle to remain upright.

  But that damn finger was pushing him over the edge.

  He closed his eyes, breathing slowly, while unconsciously thrusting back against her, desperate for more stimulation.

  This lasted for a good minute, though it felt like an eternity to him.

  Nola's talented mouth drove him to distraction, made his hair stand on end, while her teasing was driving him to the point of no return.

  Before his mind could keep up, his body took over.

  Rearing up onto his knees, he opened his mouth and shouted words his brain cringed to hear.

  "Please!"

  Nola grunted in triumph, her eyes sparking, as she thrust her finger deep. Striking his prostate dead on.

  "Nola!" he roared as she plopped him out of her mouth and her hand left off its teasing of his balls to grip and stroke his cock.

  "Yes!" he hissed, eyes closed tight, lips drawn back into a grimace of pained pleasure as she stroked his prostate once more.

  Nola felt his cock grow thicker, fuller than before and began to rapidly jerk him.

  The head turned an angry purple, his slit dilated and she felt his inner muscles clamp around her finger.

  Craven was cuming and in a big way.

  She felt his cock vibrate, his breath catch, then his seed, thick and white, exploded from its tip, splashing against his chest, covering her still pumping hand, as his breath sobbed in her ears.

  Craven rolled backwards, his strength giving way in the face of his climax as his body spasmed and wave after wave of orgasmic release shook his body.

  He felt weak, his breathing labored as a sudden peace spread along his being.

  His cock sputtered one last time, then began to grow too sensitive to touch.

  Nola sensed that, and left off stroking his cock to begin rubbing his thighs and stomach, gentling him until he could breath once more.

  She removed her finger from his body as she leaned over him, a smile on her lips, her eyes glowing with pleasure and renewed arousal as she watched him relearn how to breathe.

  When his eyes opened, she smiled at their dazed look.

  Making Craven explode into orgasm was almost as good as sex with him. She felt fulfilled and arrogant, watching him come back to himself. She understood his earlier actions. Controlling his body, forcing this pleasure on him, was power-inducing. She felt like she could do anything.

  When his eyes began to clear, she leaned down and took his lips in a fierce kiss, forcing her tongue between his teeth and nibbling on his full lips.

  When she finally let him up for air, she again lapped at his lips, looking smug.

  "Was it good for you?"

  Craven groaned, then felt amazement as his face exploded in a rare blush.

  Chapter Nine

  Was he falling in love?

  Craven lay panting on his back, his eyes slowly uncrossing to focus in on the woman who leaned above him. Nola was magnificent.

  And even lying there, covered in his own cum, he was ready for more of her.

  So maybe it wasn't love. It really didn't matter at this point. He just wanted more.

  "Damn, I'm good," Nola, purred as she watched the heap of flesh that she had reduced the Great Master of Painful Pleasures into. It felt good, damn good.

  Grunting, Craven absently ran his fingers through the mess on his chest, as if he couldn't believe that he had exploded without her inner walls pumping him, and then smiled at her.

  "Human, passion is contagious. If your partner is willing and open enough, you can get them to do just about anything."

  That should neatly put her in her place, he thought. After all, she did have her passionate nature awakened because of him.

  "Then I must really be damn good," Nola crowed, then wrinkled her nose as she looked around the room. "But the environment needs something."

  "I suppose you want roses and harps?" Craven snorted as he found the strength to rise up and tower over her. He may be messy, but he was still the boss of this operation and everybody had damn well better—what was the term—recognize it.

  "No, but I am just about all fantasized out," she giggled.

  "You can't be," Craven insisted as he grinned at her.

  "I have little imagination," Nola returned shrugging.

  "But I haven't made love to you yet."

  "I don't want to make love, Craven. I want a fuck. Yes, that is my next fantasy. I want a big old nasty, sweaty fuck."

  "A fuck."

  "Fuck," Nola insisted. "I'll have enough of this romance crap when I go back home. Gregor is good at that sort of thing, but passion…" She shuddered. "I hope you were right earlier. Maybe I can inspire some passion in that…man."

  Craven was again thrown into turmoil.

  She was thinking about another man? She was still considering going back to that Gregor? After having been had by the best, by him, she wanted to go to that Human?

  He felt so…used.

  Then he felt angry.

  "A fuck, huh?"

  "Yup, and then I think it's time for me to get back home. They must be worried about me."

  Nola paused as she looked at the man in front of her. He could make her heart weak with a word or make her senses soar with untold pleasure.

  But being here with him had to be temporary. She has to remind herself of that.

  If she let her feelings for this fairy, this strong sensual man, get too strong, she would never want to leave his kingdom. And then were would that leave her?

  With a family that hated her guts, parents that were disappointed, and a fiancée who would be emotionally damaged almost beyond repair.

  She had to distance herself.

  But before she went, she would feel him deep inside of her, pulsing with life. She wanted to store up memories for the vast December her life would become after she exchanged her vows.

  But the expressions that flittered across Craven's face were lost to her as she contemplated her own dismal future.

  Craven had always said he wanted to experience emotions he thought were gone, but now he wondered why?

  A soul-deep anger filled him, as he stared at the pretty woman who wanted to fuck him then leave.

  Then a pain so deep filled his heart, he was sure that it was splintering into icy shards.

  "A fuck takes planning," Craven said, his voice pleasantly neutral as he fought to keep his face void of expression. "And you need rest."

  "I feel fine," Nola sighed, dragging herself out of her own dark thoughts. "But a change of environment…"

  She stopped suddenly as her vision began to waver and the room began to spin like a kaleidoscope.

  The dark colors of the leather room spun and swirled until her eyes and stomach rebelled and her knees grew weak.

  Thought became a loud roar of air rushing by her and a pressure built up in her head.

  Just before she lost control and began to scream, the room solidified, and she came back to herself with a thump.

  Still a bit queasy and dizzy, Nola forced her eyes open and looked around the room she was now in, then gasped with pleasure.

  It looked to be the center of a large field.

  Flowers of every imaginable color and shape bloomed an
d fragrances zapped around her.

  Buttercups and daisies, morning glories and roses, vines and stems of the most exotic orchids and blossoms surrounded her.

  "Craven…"

  "Rest, Nola," Craven urged, and she spun around to see him standing beside a large canopied bed.

  Nola covered her mouth with both of her hands, overcome as she saw the gossamer coverings and the billowing white canopy that covered her dream bed.

  Mountains of pillows covered the thick mattress while delicate butterflies were carved in and around the bedposts.

  "Rest, Nola. Rest, for when I return, you will not have the energy to move for quite some time."

  With that, he disappeared in a flash of bright white light and musk-scented smoke.

  But Nola paid no heed to his words; she was mesmerized by the bed that lay before her and her sadness that filled her heart.

  She would love Craven, she would rest in this bed, and then she would go home to the black and gray existence.

  She almost felt like crying.

  * * * * *

  Love and Hate giggled as they watched an angry Craven storm away to his private chambers.

  "Payback is a bitch," Love chortled as his brother scowled at him.

  "You don't have to take that much enjoyment of it. It is unbecoming." He sniffed at his brother, but his eyes told a different story.

  He did not enjoy this, not one bit.

  "Craven brought it on his own self," Love insisted, grinning a grin that showed all of his razor sharp teeth—the same teeth he used to get a grip on some people's hearts, a grip that sometimes can never be torn free. "Besides, you don't want to lose our little wager, right?"

  "I guess," Hate sighed, and then turned again to watch the door that Craven disappeared into. "But I say we double our bet. I am sure he is going to do it."

  "Fine," Love giggled. "But be prepared to pay up when you lose."

  "We are agreed?"

  "Agreed."

  The twin brothers turned and walked away, each anticipating the outcome of Craven's situation.

  Time was running out, they both knew. But only the gods knew what Craven and Nola would do.