Sassy Ever After: Sassy Faerie Princess (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Nicole Austin

  Brady dipped both pieces back into the water then pressed the chilled tip against Trevor’s sphincter. The ginger slid in easily, and Brady fucked his ass in slow, shallow strokes before seating it in place. The initial shock of cold gradually dissipated as his body temperature warmed the homemade toy.

  No sooner had he began to appreciate the mild fullness in his ass than Brady leaned between his legs, sucking Trevor’s balls into the warmth of his mouth, making him forget all about the root up his ass. His lover’s talented tongue hit each and every one of Trevor’s hot spots, sending his desire spiraling higher.

  The devil moved between Trevor and Serena, nosily slurping and sucking at their flesh, making good on his promise to eat them. So lost in the sensation of his cock being pleasured by Brady’s skilled mouth, Trevor didn’t notice the odd tingling sensations right away, but Serena did.

  “Brady,” she gasped in alarm. “What is that thing doing to me?”

  Brady’s devilish grin grew. He mumbled something under his breath, and Trevor could have sworn he said, “Just wait.”

  Rising over her, Brady gave her a sweet kiss. “It’s okay, baby. Relax and enjoy.”

  Trevor’s mind was running a mile a minute. He began thinking about the different dishes he enjoyed which contained ginger and made a connection. They were all spicy and hot.

  Oh, fuck. He wouldn’t!

  As the tingling increased, warmth spread through Trevor’s ass.

  Yes, he thought. Brady definitely would.

  Brady’s mouth returned to his cock then, scattering his thoughts to the wind. As distractions went, this one was superbly effective.

  “My ass. I’m on fire,” Serena cried.

  Brady chuckled and returned to playing between her legs.

  Trevor was experiencing strong heat, too. The steadily increasing warmth, joined with the tingling, left a blinding ache in their wake. He needed to come with a ferocity bordering on violence. Bucking his hips, he pulled hard against the restraints. He needed to be sucked, fucked, or jerked off. Didn’t matter which one, as long as it happened now.

  Next to him, Serena writhed and sobbed, enduring the same turbulent compulsion.

  “Brady,” Trevor gritted out from between clenched teeth, hips bucking, involuntarily fucking into the air. “Cut me loose, damn it.” His skin became slicked with sweat as the fever inside his body steadily rose.

  The evil fiend’s smile kicked up another notch. “Not yet. I’m not done playing.”

  Good, Lord. If he didn’t come soon, Trevor would go up in flames. He’d never experienced such powerful urgency and it was messing with his mind, making him feel as if he’d become nothing but one big cock, in critical need of release.

  “Oh, goddess,” Serena cried, tears running down her cheeks. “Please—”

  “Fucking let me go,” Trevor growled, bucking like a wild horse and fighting to get free.

  Serena had no idea what ginger was, why Brady had put it in her ass, or what the feck it was doing to her. None of that mattered. The only important thing was reaching the orgasm her body required. No, demanded.

  The constant tingling and burning drove her batty. Never in her life had she been so out of control and consumed with lust.

  Brady reached back into the bowl and a combination of fear and excitement screamed through her. It was apparent he intended further agonizing torture for Trevor and her.

  He removed two small pieces of ginger from the bowl, rubbed them over her wet pussy and positioned them on either side of her engorged nub. Within a few moments, tremors wracked her body, her hips bucking in frantic abandon. Sensitivity bordering on pain tormented her, tightening every muscle.

  “Oh, goddess,” she whimpered, “have mercy.”

  Her gorgeous alpha male was trying to kill her!

  She helplessly watched Brady remove another small piece from the bowl and rub it over the tip of Trevor’s cock. The same wild desperation she experienced soon took over him. She heard a ripping noise and looked toward the headboard where small rips formed in his restraints. Somehow, he’d managed to tear the strong leather straps.

  Brady ripped off his gloves and moved between her legs, driving his steely cock balls-deep in one hard thrust. While his cock spearing into her pussy felt amazing, she needed him in her ass.

  “Brady. I need you.”

  “You’ve got me,” he growled.

  “No. In my ass. I need you to fuck my ass.”

  A wicked grin spread across his lips as Brady withdrew from her and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a familiar tube of lubricant. She writhed in agony as he took time preparing her ass to take his cock, removing the ginger, spreading the lube and stretching her with his fingers.

  When he finally thrust his thick cock into her rear channel, Serena went out of her mind with pleasure.

  “Goddess, yesss!”

  Someone kept screaming, but it seemed to come from a distance. Ignoring the sounds, her entire focus zeroed in on the overpowering arousal, along with each glorious drive of Brady’s cock into her and the amazing friction.

  Managing to free himself from the restraints, Trevor roared, grabbed the lube, spread it over his cock and moved in behind Brady. In one frantic plunge, he filled Brady’s ass, fucking their lover hard and fast, driving Brady forward into her, linking the three as one.

  The need to bond with them came close to destroying Serena’s good intentions. She craved a deeper connection, but she couldn’t tie them to her with the huge secret still remaining between them. But it didn’t matter. Not now with the necessity of achieving orgasm reaching a critical level.

  All conscious thought left her as Trevor thrust hard, shoving Brady even deeper into her body. She could almost taste the release that remained just beyond her grasp, taunting her.

  Brady had died and went to a place that was both heaven and hell. He lacked another way to explain the incredible bliss and pain rushing through him. Each thrust coated his cock in the ginger he’d teased into her ass. The spice burned through the center of his shaft like a hot poker slowly making its way toward his balls.

  Before he could adjust to the amazing sensations, Trevor spread his ass cheeks, plunging into Brady with a force never before unleashed by his normally gentle lover. The ginger juice he’d spread over the head of Trevor’s cock quickly seared along his most sensitive nerve endings.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned. Jesus, he’d never imagined figging would be this good. The heat and prickling stimulus continued to increase exponentially, turning him primitive and savage, focused only on his own agonizing hunger.

  Beneath him, Serena screamed, begged and cried. Behind him, Trevor roared and shouted. And he basked in the middle of all the primal, brutal, and raw sexual urgency he’d created. Good thing he’d anticipated Trevor losing control and prepared his ass with lube. He’d been ready and waiting for the merciless impalement of his lover’s cock.

  Each forceful thrust of Trevor’s hips drilled his magnificent cock deep into Brady. Their balls slapped together, as did all three of their sweat-slicked bodies. The ginger had created cravings exceeding his greatest expectations, launching them into a state of pure animalistic fucking.

  Teasing and preparing them for the figging made him so hot. He’d been ready to shoot off long before drilling his cock into the scorching tight grasp of Serena’s ass. Now, he struggled to hold back and not climax prematurely.

  Trevor reamed him like a fucking machine, relentless and unstoppable. His fingers dug into Brady’s sides as Serena’s hips bucked in wanton surrender. She clutched at Brady’s arms, fingernails tearing groves in his skin. The pain only increased his pleasure.

  “Fuck me harder, faster,” he encouraged.

  Trevor and Serena were stunning as they surrendered to their need. They rewarded him for having such a profound effect on them by pulling him into the middle of their sexual frenzy, rocking his world.

  Serena, Trevor, and he were made for each other. He hate
d that Serena held a part of herself back, keeping a bit of distance. He’d find a way to make her open up, unwilling to settle for less than all of her.

  Thinking became a thing of the past as her strong pelvic muscles clamped down on his cock, tremors running through her body and into his. Any semblance of control vanished. The rippling spasms of her channel around his shaft had his climax exploding through him, propelling him into a euphoric state of bliss.

  His shout of release became trapped in his throat as Trevor’s hot cum filled his ass, and still Trevor kept up the frantic pace. Long after Brady had collapsed against Serena, Trevor continued the jack-hammer into his ass, while her channel fluttered around his cock, sucking every possible ounce of his sexual energy.

  Who would have thought ginger would be such a powerful aphrodisiac? Christ, he’d have to be careful about using it in the future. Figging would have to be a rare treat, or they might end up hurting themselves. The extreme sexual desperation it created was too intense for regular use.

  As Trevor’s thrusting finally slowed and he calmed, Brady’s mind wandered. The general public had to remain ignorant of the natural, powerful stimulant. Otherwise, demand would rise, prices would skyrocket, and people would become addicts. A whole new black market would be born.

  Brady laughed inwardly at the visuals his overwhelmed mind provided. A sketchy character in a hoodie standing on a dark street corner with pieces of ginger in baggies. “Hey…c’mere. You looking for some natural ginger. I’ve got the freshest stuff you’ll find anywhere. Come on. I’ll cut you a special one-time-only deal.” Definitely too much for the general public, Brady decided.

  Christ, he was one lucky bastard. Brady had everything he’d ever wanted and was exactly where he wanted to be. Wrapped up in the middle of the man and woman he loved, sated and complete, contentment covered him like a warm blanket. So perfect and right. Life didn’t get any better.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Can I see your wings?” Abby whispered. “Please.”

  Serena sighed. The sweet girl constantly asked to see her wings or watch her fly. She itched to release her wings but couldn’t until she found a way to get Brady and Trevor to believe. Sure, popping wing would do the job. Goddess, would it ever. And yet that wasn’t how she wanted to gain their acceptance. She needed them to accept the truth on faith because they trusted and loved her.

  Squatting down the child’s level, she confided. “Not yet, but one day.”

  “Yay!” Abby squealed and raced to share the news with her sister, Sophie.

  The older girl brushed off her sister’s excitement saying, “And mermaids live in Lake Michigan.”

  A sliver of excitement tightened Serena’s chest even though she knew Sophie mocked her sibling. But if it were true…

  She jumped out of the way as Kyle and Luke ran past, looking back over their shoulders to see how close Brady was on their heels. He shot her a wicked grin then released an animalistic roar, which had the boys shouting and clambering up the ladder to the tree house Brady and Trevor had helped them build.

  Jenny joined her, handing Serena a glass of lemonade, and they stood side by side, surveying the joyous chaos created by their loved ones.

  Bumping her shoulder into Serena’s, Jenny nodded to where Trevor flipped burgers on the grill with Flirt glued to his feet, patiently waiting to gobble up any food that might accidentally be dropped. Trevor grinned and shook his head, blue eyes shining as he watched Brady walking toward him.

  Goddess, tank tops were such a wonderful human creation. With each movement he made, she watched the flex and play of all those glorious muscles along Trevor’s powerful forearms, chiseled biceps, and broad shoulders. When they made love, she often ran her fingers over all that sexy sinew, relishing his strength as he thrust into her.

  “Earth to Serena. Did you hear a word I said?”

  “I’m sorry…w-what?” she sputtered.

  Her friend’s keen grin said Jenny knew where her mind had been. “I said…I’ve never seen Trevor looking quite so happy and content.” Her attention turned to Brady strutting toward the grill. “And Brady…wow. Laughing and playing with the kids as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.”

  Turning, Jenny clinked her glass to Serena’s. “That, my friend, is all because of you.”

  “I…uh,” she shuffled her feet and struggled for the right words. “No. It’s because they are in love. I didn’t have anything to do with it.”

  “Pshaw,” Jenny chided. “You can’t fool me. It’s because they are in love with you. You’re good for them.”

  No. Serena shook her head. She knew the truth. Trevor and Brady didn’t love her. They’d believe in her if they did. Their happiness wasn’t due to her.

  “I’m telling you girl…”

  Jenny continued speaking, but Serena no longer listened, her attention zeroing in on Luke as he stood on the peak of the treehouse’s angled roof. Spreading his arms for balance, he placed one foot in front of the other, walking the narrow centerline. He wobbled, and the breath caught in her throat until he righted himself and continued forward.

  Wordlessly, she handed her glass to Jenny, her attention never leaving Luke. Her gut churned with anxiety. Serena knew if he fell from that height, he’d be severely injured. After all, Luke was human and fragile.

  Reaching the other side, he lunged and grabbed a limb he couldn’t possibly make it onto, swinging his body and attempting to get his legs around the branch, which bowed perilously. The branch didn’t appear as if it would hold his weight.

  Then one of his hands slipped.

  Heart pounding erratically against her ribs, she took a step closer. And another.

  “Serena?” Jenny asked, confusion filling her voice. “Wh—”

  The instant he started to fall, without conscious thought, Serena took flight, putting every bit of strength she had into flapping her wings, racing against gravity’s pull on the child. She ignored the loud boom created by the surge of magic, intent only on Luke. Terror spiked her adrenaline, giving her the extra oomph to soar that tiny bit faster.

  Even with her arms extended, ready to catch him, she barely made it in time. The combination of his weight and force of his motion drove them toward the ground as she fought to slow their descent, directing all her might to the flapping of her wings.

  Landing hard, she took most of the impact on her legs, which buckled as the rippling aftershocks shook the earth, creating a tremor that would travel many miles across the land. The humans would chalk it up as an earthquake, but not the Fae.

  Feck, what had she done?

  In her attempt to save the boy, she’d unleashed the full power of her distinctive magic. Without a doubt the elven guards were already on their way.

  Jenny skidded across the grass, slamming into Serena, her arms wrapping around Luke and pulling him to her, practically talking over herself, and not giving him time to respond. “Oh God. Are you okay? Luke? Are you hurt? Tell me where it hurts.”

  Retracting her wings, Serena didn’t bother to cloak them. It was too late for that. She slowly rose to her feet, brushing grass and dirt from her clothes. Biting her lip, she turned to face the repercussions of her actions.

  Brady and Trevor stood stock-still, wearing nearly identical looks of shock, staring at her with their mouths gaping open.

  “I’m so sorry.” Taking a deep breath, she implored, “Please, know that I love you. I wish there was time to explain, but the guards—”

  In the next instant, eight massive dark elves in full black-and-gold battle armor towered over her. Each held a long, arrow-shaped shield in their left hands, and magic-infused hallberd weapons in their right. Serena shuddered. The bloodthirsty elves in their horrible spiked helmets staring at her from those black soulless eyes were the things of nightmares and had always terrified her.

  “Princess Serena,” the head guard said in a raspy, thundering voice. “You are charged with violating the laws of Fae and will be taken i
nto custody by order of Queen Marina. You will appear before the Fae court to face these charges and receive sentencing.”

  She didn’t resist, there was no point since the guards could easily overpower her. Instead, Serena held out her wrists, allowing them to bind her in black metal cuffs and chains. Her wings were rudely slammed together and bound in heavy chainmail, rendering them limp and useless.

  Brady and Trevor spoke at the same time, voicing their protests. Serena closed her eyes, wishing they had not drawn attention to themselves.

  “Now wait just a minute,” Brady growled. “Back away from our woman and nobody will get hurt.”

  “I don’t know who the hell you cosplay freaks think you are,” Trevor thundered, “but you’re trespassing.”

  As she’d been effectively bound and disabled, and no longer posed any threat, the guards turned on their heels, banging the ends of their long weapons into the ground with a loud boom, facing the new threat.

  Oh goddess. Don’t let them threaten the guards.

  “It’s okay,” she pleaded. “I’m okay.” No one paid attention to her.

  “You will not interfere in Fae business, human. Put down the weapon,” the head guard demanded.

  “Yeah, not gonna happen,” Brady spat. “You Warcraft escapees need to get the fuck out of here before I open this can of whup-ass.”

  “Nooo,” Serena screamed as the guards advanced, but there was nothing she could do to stop the inevitable. Threatening the elven guard was a crime punishable by death. “They don’t know our laws,” she tried, her voice sounding weak and defeated.

  Choked sobs escaped her throat, and tears streamed down her cheeks as her heart broke apart at the thought of how Queen Marina would make her men suffer before they died. She would give anything—do anything—to keep that from happening. She silently vowed to do whatever it took to free her men. If it meant kneeling before Marina, submitting to whatever the queen wanted, she’d do it.