I pulled off his shirt. “I want to see you,” I said.
“You’re the only human girl who ever says things like that to me.”
“I’m also the only human girl who ever broke your curse. How is that for a coincidence?” I helped him get his shirt off. “Besides, I don’t know what they’re missing.”
Perhaps beauty was in the eye of the beholder where his face was concerned. But I didn’t think his body would give anyone reason to complain. He was magnificent. His skin had a grayish pallor under the glaring sunlight, but in the moonlight he was luminous and perfect, like a statue, sculpted into lean muscle.
And his cock— When he unbuttoned his trousers, I had to run my hand over it. It was hard not to believe that men weren’t made out of iron, feeling the unyielding hardness of it just beneath the soft skin.
He leaned in closer to me, his arms wrapping around me. My bare breasts met his skin. I licked his neck the way he’d licked mine; I couldn’t help it, I wanted to taste him everywhere.
His hand stroked my cheek and then we were kissing again, a wild and passionate tangle of tongues. I reached down to clutch his buttocks, trying to urge him to rub his erection against me, but he resisted me. His fangs grazed my lip and I tasted blood but felt no pain.
He licked the blood from my lower lip. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I think just maybe you did.”
He gave me a knowing look before dropping more kisses on my cheek. His hand reached down. “Hold still,” he said, because my hips kept twitching eagerly. His clawed finger carefully parted my fragile lower lips, tracing my slickness. “Very very still…”
Where his claws had once touched me, safe behind the leather gloves, now he stroked his claws up and down, around all of my delicate folds. I was frozen now, forcing myself not to move, but it grew more and more difficult with each swipe of his dangerous fingers. I felt the edges of him, different angles of his claws—the gently curved underside almost tugging on my clit before the blunter top of the claw stroked the other way.
It was astonishing how tender his touch could feel on the edge of danger. When we were together like this, I felt like he was the whole world, and I was his whole world.
“Too much…” I was shivering with the pleasure, the torture of not being able to move.
It seemed as if he teased me forever that way, the world slowly tilting before my eyes as I sank into the feeling of it.
When he finally stopped, I was sweating. “Please,” I begged him, without being quite sure of what I wanted. Did I want him to keep drawing it out forever or would I rather just be fucked?
He took a deep breath.
Chapter Fifteen
Nyar
I could hardly bear how beautiful she was, how the sound of her pleading cut to my heart. I wasn’t used to waiting. I wanted to take her right now and fuck her until she couldn’t get out of bed tomorrow—theoretically. In truth, I knew that was hardly possible. Gods, I’d already tried.
But I had promised myself I would tease her tonight, give her a five course meal of pleasure before shattering her.
My cock felt like it might just climax all on its own. This was another sensation I wasn’t used to. Under the curse, I could only find release inside a woman. Pre cum beaded from the tip, and Sabela was looking at it with that expression in her eyes I loved so much—playful and intrigued.
She bent forward, licking the tip clean with a flick of her small tongue. Then she smiled at me. I made a low, sound of frustration. I wanted to grab her hair and fuck her mouth.
Instead, I adjusted position, sitting up more so she could easily reach my cock. She crawled toward me, on her stomach now, so I could see her gorgeous ass. Her feet waved in the air a moment before she cupped her mouth around my erection. She sucked the head, her hands stroking my thighs. Her lips and tongue were tight and wet around my hard shaft and I feared I might climax right then and there. With every movement she went a little deeper, but she was also careful, letting her mouth and throat relax to take the full length of me. I was breathing fast, trying to hold back, so she could take her time.
My body felt new to me. Sex was entirely different without the curse. I had control again, I could hold back if I must. It certainly broadened ones options. When I was cursed, it was almost unbearable to let a woman’s mouth pleasure me. I didn’t have time for that; I had to fuck her.
“It’s been so long…” I tangled my fingers in the dark, soft curls of her hair.
Soon she was taking the whole length of me, and just I was starting to tip toward a release, she stopped. She looked at me and said, “You will never have anyone but me, ever again.”
Oh, yes. I liked that very much. She was going to make an excellent queen.
“No,” I said. “Never. I like you staking your claims, my dearest. It never hurts to say things aloud.”
She opened her mouth and ran her tongue across her teeth. Her eyes said, I’m ready for you, for all of you.
I slid my cock back inside that waiting mouth and started taking more control, thrusting into her, forcing her mouth open wider. At first she used her tongue but after a moment she just surrendered to me, letting me do with her what I wished. I felt as if every drop of blood in my body was rushing to get inside of her mouth. I was about to lose it.
“Sabela…Sabela…” I murmured her name as I exploded into her. My cum dripped off her full lips. She waited for me to draw myself back, before swallowing my essence.
“I don’t know if that was entirely fair,” she said.
“Oh, I’ll make it up to you. Get on your back.”
She rolled over and adjusted position. Even with her legs closed, I could see her swollen inner folds poking wetly out of her lips. I parted her thighs. Her sex was swollen and dripping.
She writhed, yearning to be touched. “Please,” she said again. “Touch me, Nyar, I beg you.” The sound of her pleading voice cut right to my heart.
“You dangerous girl,” I said. “You’re going to get whatever you want from me for the rest of our lives, aren’t you?”
Chapter Sixteen
Nyar’s tongue was a little rough, not as rough as a cat, but perhaps a little rougher than a human. Although my experience of human tongues in my most sensitive places was, admittedly, nonexistent. I felt every tiny tastebud rubbing against me. I could feel my body pulsing beneath him.
Then, his fangs began to nibble at me gently. Their sharp edges gently bit my inner lips in between sliding motions of his tongue. Then he gently clamped his fangs around my clit itself. The barest tug on the tender nub was agonizing, producing a scorching desire. It was a repeat of his claws, only worse, because his mouth was even better. His breath, his warmth—pain and pleasure mingling in the core of my being.
And his hands were free to trace along my thighs, my stomach. He came close to my breasts but did not quite touch them before his hands slid down my belly again. Oh, how I tried to be patient, but my moans were becoming more primal. My body slowly pumped beneath his touch. I had no control of myself anymore. I felt like an instrument, being played to produce sounds and vibrations. Did a violin have any say in what was done to it? No, and neither did I.
My breath came faster and faster. His tongue swirled around me, tracing circles and loops, drinking in the wetness that was pouring out of me now. I was almost sobbing, “Please, please…Nyar…”
He sucked on my clit and it all happened very fast. I couldn’t hold back. My climax was like an explosion inside me. It was like being broken apart and put back together in the space of seconds.
And I already knew what was coming, knew I would hardly have a chance to recover from the pulsations before he filled me with his cock.
My legs spread, ready for him, even as I was cringing at the thought of his rigidity slamming against my soft, tender body.
He grabbed my hips and the entire length of him took me in one thrust. I screamed with pleasure, my pussy clenching against him. His claws
pricked my flesh. I felt raw and helpless and yet I was still trying to draw him deeper inside me, as if there was any need at all for more of him.
“Sabela, I feel like I’m fucking a wood stove. You’re burning up.”
“I am. I’m so spent…” This was more exhausting than the nights when he took me on the hour, because then it had been over so fast.
“Come for me one more time. Then you can go to sleep.”
His command worked on me like magic. I climaxed right then and there, my body throbbing wildly around him, and as soon as that began, he was sharing it with me. We clutched each other, and then, we laid like that for several minutes in silence.
“I will love you like the bonfires, burning flames and dying embers. And then, like the stars, eternal,” he said, kissing my cheek. “Thank you for saving my people.”
“I understand where I was always meant to be,” I said. “I love you, Nyar.”
We fell asleep, so heavily, that in the morning we were in the same position.
Chapter Seventeen
The goblins went straight to work, preparing for a wedding. Some of them went to trade and shop in the nearest towns while others scoured the goblin king’s land for some of the missing livestock. The children gathered wildflowers along the hills and meadows, so we would have flowers everywhere.
No time was wasted. Our wedding was held at the end of the week, in the evening, which was considered the morning by the largely nocturnal goblins. Huldie helped me to get dressed in one of the finer gowns in the wardrobe. It was long and regal, the color of fresh cream, with a gold necklace and girdle. I was not a goblin, so I couldn’t wear the little horn ornaments that a goblin queen might wear, but the goldsmith refashioned them, attaching them to a circlet, so now they almost looked like little horns growing from my own head.
I had a cape of forest green, edged with red ribbons made out of an unusual type of lace that was a specialty of goblin maidens; it reminded me of vines. My feet were left bare.
Huldie explained, “The woman’s feet must touch the earth. It helps you to bear strong children. Anyway, you’ll see, it’s a trick to get any of us to wear shoes in the spring and summer.”
The ceremony was fairly simple. I walked through arches of flowers. The air smelled sweet no matter where one turned. Nyar waited for me, and he was also dressed more finely than I had ever seen him. His long coat was forest green to match my cloak, and he wore a belt of gold with his sword, tight britches and boots.
Our vows were briefly interrupted by a goat wandering into the area and letting out a loud series of utterances, until someone hauled it off. It made us all laugh.
I trembled when he slid a ring on my finger. I was, by this time, almost too happy for words. I could feel how all the goblins took happiness in our happiness.
Once again, we danced the night away, and one by one, I was getting to know my new ‘subjects’, although I could hardly think of them that way. The very idea of me, being a queen, even to a goblin clan.
But when I said this to Nyar, he said I shouldn’t be afraid to be a queen to them. “My father ruled the people with a firm but very just hand, putting the clan ahead of himself, and never playing favorites. That’s the kind of leader I aspire to be from now on, but I know you will help keep me in line, if need be. You are every bit the queen, as much as I am the king. And you have their respect.”
“You’ve never talked to me about your father before.”
“We’ll have a lot of stories to tell, and plenty of time to tell them.”
I only felt a pang of sadness when I thought of my family. I didn’t miss them, really. I felt guilty. Was I supposed to send them money? Some would say you should always put blood first, but I wondered if the person who said that, ever had their blood attempt to sell them to the goblins one day and a greedy merchant the next.
I didn’t want to give them any of Nyar’s money. His people needed it. Their fields were overgrown, their horses lost, their stores depleted, all thanks to the curse.
But Nyar had forgiven the witch. Did that mean I had to forgive Clara?
I talked to him about it, and he said, “That is a different situation. The witch will never bother me again. Of course I can forgive her. Your family is another matter.”
“So that’s how you decide whether or not to forgive someone? Whether they’ll bother you again?”
“I’d say so.” He didn’t seem to think this was strange.
A week passed by before Garor came to our room in the morning (which was really late afternoon) and said, “A human is here to see you, my lady. I believe she is your sister.”
I dressed quickly, not taking much care with my appearance. I knew it would probably be horrifying to Clara to see the disheveled state of a goblin queen. But I did put on my golden horn crown. Nyar followed behind me. I think he was interested to see the showdown.
She was standing in the main hall with her arms crossed, looking at the goblins surrounding her like she didn’t want them to touch her. But she forced a smile when she saw me. Or was that smile for the gold on my head? It didn’t match her face.
“There you are, sister,” she said, offering a small curtsey. “I see it must be true. Congratulations on your marriage. I’m sorry we exchanged those harsh words before.”
“I’m sure you are.”
“I hope you will forgive me. Or Father, at least. I mean…it’s all been such a shock to him. But family is family.”
“Mm. I suppose you would think so now. Rumors of the goblin gold are exaggerated, you know. A lot of it’s been spent buying supplies.”
“You think I’m here for gold?”
“Sister dear, how stupid do you think I am? What were you willing to have me do for the sake of gold? Well, I know you would never go that far, but I suppose this act is the equivalent of you dusting while I scrub the floors on my hands and knees.” I finally returned her smile. Suddenly, I knew what to do with her.
“You would have us lose everything?” Clara asked.
“Oh, Clara. Whatever happens, you are certainly still my sister.”
“Then, you’ll help us?”
I could tell this was killing her, simpering to me. The twins probably didn’t care as much; they wanted to get married. Clara was here because she couldn’t bear losing the life she had planned for herself.
“I don’t have gold to give you,” I said. “But I would be happy to give you a job. Our cook, Prim, is so busy in the kitchens. She’s been saying that she needs a hand. I think you’d get along so well.” I’d already known Prim long enough to know the girl could manage anything without batting an eye.
“Work in the kitchens?” Clara huffed. “Never!”
“Well, then,” I said. “It’s unfortunate you came all this way for nothing. I can offer you a meal.”
Clara sputtered, but she knew there wasn’t much she could really say to me after she had been the one to suggest I sleep with the goblin king. Of course, she accepted the meal. Nyar and I ate with her. She wouldn’t even meet his eyes. Nyar kept asking her to pass the butter and salt and jam, or trying to offer things to her, obviously just to make her cringe whenever his claws got close to her hands.
“It’s too bad you won’t stay,” he said at one point. “There are some single goblin men around here who simply love a challenge.”
That turned her red as a beet. No, an angrier red than that, even.
She put down her napkin. ”If that is quite all, I think I had better head home now. Good day to you both.”
“Perhaps we’ll see you for yule,” I said.
We saw her to the front entrance. She walked all the way there all stiff and silent, but when I said goodbye, she turned. Her face was stricken.
She really was on the brink of losing everything.
“Clara,” I said. “If you’re willing to work, for once in your life…”
Nyar took my hand. “We pay our scullery maid very well indeed.”
“Maybe
…I should take a look at the kitchen,” she said. “Just to see if it might suit me after all. As a temporary measure.”
“Of course,” I said, and the goblin guard shut the doors once more.
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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 (Sabela and Nyar make an appearance in this one!)
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“Once you gave your mask to me, you would be allowed to venture down that path. The handmaidens of the forest would prepare you for me...all control surrendered, waiting and ready for my claim. Oh, you will find it a bit dreadful, I must admit.”
Princess Evaline
I should not be so intrigued by the King of the Revels’ wicked promise. I should not wish to abandon my family and remain in this faery land of song and dance forever. But it was a temptation, when in my own homeland of Torina, my pious mother forbids me from my beloved music and dancing…much less dancing with beautiful men.
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