by Sahara Kelly
Oberon fidgeted, and looked surprisingly self-conscious. For a moment he was simply a man who wanted his woman with an embarrassing level of need.
“Make that late in the morning, will you guys?” continued Titania, leaning provocatively toward her husband. “Oh and Oberon, do me a favor, darling?” She purred at him.
“Anything, babe, you know that…”
“Get Phuque out from under the table. He’s slobbering over my thighs.”
* * * * *
Thorne had gotten them away from Neville’s in record time, reflected Persephone as the door to their apartment closed behind them.
Once Royal permission to leave had been granted, they’d been out of there so fast they’d probably left skid marks. If wings left skid marks, that is.
Persephone winced as one wing bumped into the doorjamb.
“Easy, sweetheart. They take a little getting used to,” said Thorne, as he moved around the room lighting candles.
“Candles?” she asked, a little shiver of excitement brushing her skin.
“I thought perhaps I should try and do this right.” Thorne looked surprisingly unsure of himself. “After all, I intend to seduce you tonight, so I probably ought to set the stage, at least.” He grinned.
“Oh. You’re going to seduce me, are you?”
“Yep.” He lit a couple more candles, then stepped to the window and pulled the drapes back.
Persephone gasped. The night sky shone with the brilliance of more stars than she could ever remember seeing at one time, and a sliver of crescent moon peeked over the shadowy treetops.
Every now and then lights flickered in the darkness, making the scene appear unreal and magical.
“Fireflies?”
“Yep. Fucking.”
Persephone couldn’t help the choke of laughter. “God, everything’s about fucking with you fairies, isn’t it?” she wheezed. “It’s so unexpected. When you’ve spent your whole life thinking fairies live at the bottom of the garden and put dewdrops on roses, it’s a bit disconcerting to find that most of the time they’re thinking about having sex, doing sex, showing off how to do sex, and watching sex.” She shook her head in amusement.
“Any complaints so far?”
Thorne was behind her. What was is with these fairies and their get-her-from-behind fetish? She decided to ask.
“No complaints, but one question. Why is it you all seem to like holding your women in front of you?”
Thorne’s hands slid around and cupped her breasts, and his cock swelled into the crack of her buttocks. “You have to ask?” He rubbed himself against her. “It’s probably the wings thing. The bigger they get, the harder they are to manage, so fucking like this gets a bit more challenging. There are other ways to explore once the wings are fully developed. Of course, there are those of us who just like a real nice ass, too. Do you mind?” He pressed her hard against him.
“Well, no. I suppose not…it’s just that…just that…” Thorne’s tongue traced a path from her shoulder toward her wings and she began to shiver. “Has the seduction begun?”
“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, blowing on her damp skin.
“Okay.”
“You were in any doubt?” His fingers rolled her nipples through the leather.
“Thorne?”
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking and fuck me.”
Thorne obeyed.
He turned her away from the window, gathered her in his arms and flew her to his bedroom, taking her breath away. But before she could exclaim, he had her stripped and naked in front of him.
His clothes seemed to melt away, and then, finally, he pressed her warmth against him, skin to skin, breast to chest, cock to pussy.
She moaned at the pleasure, and grabbed his head, bringing his mouth to hers in a demanding kiss that she knew promised everything and offered more.
His arms slid around her, one hand cupping her bottom, the other fondling her thrusterbud.
She moaned again as tremors shuddered through her, and she felt her legs turn to jelly.
“Let’s get comfortable,” said Thorne in a hoarse whisper.
He urged her down onto his bed, tossed the hapless pink bunny onto the floor and tugged an oddly shaped pillow beneath her spine.
“It cushions your wings. They’re new and tender right now. This gives them room to move and yet you can still relax.”
Thorne was right. She lay back, feeling the pillow support her lower back and her upper spine and neck. Her wings lay open on the bed, but not compressed. And her thrusterbud was still available to Thorne’s busy fingers.
She sighed as she settled herself.
Thorne pulled back, resting on his knees between her outspread legs, and watched as she found the best way to arrange her wings.
“God, watching you do that, I can’t remember ever being so turned on…ever wanting to be so deep inside someone that I lose myself. I want to lose myself in you, Persephone.”
He slid his hands up her thighs and leaned forward, brushing a kiss and some hair over her belly and breasts.
She ached, and spread her legs wider in invitation.
“Thorne, I need you. Right now. No messing, no soft nibbles or kisses, just your cock in my cunt. Now. This minute. Oh god, I’ll die if you don’t…”
Persephone’s words were dredged from her soul. Her body needed Thorne’s to survive. If he didn’t fuck her now she’d die, without question. He was hard, handsome, he smelled right, and he was hers. She knew it with every single fiber of her awareness.
Burning gold eyes stared deep into dark pools of dusky chocolate. Their gaze held as Thorne moved forward and brushed his cock over Persephone’s pussy, spreading her juices around and soaking both of them.
“Oh, so good, soooo good,” he whispered, still staring into her eyes.
“Yes,” breathed Persephone, trying not to writhe. “Please, Thorne, more.”
“Always, love, always.” He pushed forward, grasped his cock and guided himself slowly into her fiery heat.
She sighed, feeling as if years passed while he slid himself into her body. Without breaking their gaze, she raised her thighs and clamped them around his, encouraging him to go that extra little bit deeper.
Their bodies met, curly hair tangling, Thorne’s balls touching Persephone’s cunt.
They froze.
“I’m there.”
“I know. I can feel you, Thorne.” Persephone’s eyes were wide with amazement.
“You feel—I don’t know—you feel like boiling silk around me. It’s incredible.” Thorne’s voice reflected his awe. “It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”
“You can say that again.” Persephone was afraid to breathe, afraid to move, afraid to lose this exquisitely magnificent sensation caused by a perfectly proportioned cock touching her womb.
Then Thorne moved.
The world, as Persephone knew it, ended.
Her cunt lit up with currents of sensation as Thorne pulled back and then thrust home once again.
He tenderly slid his hand behind her to touch her thrusterbud and she felt her cunt contract violently around him.
He grunted, but continued to move, using his other hand to gently tease her clit. A slight draft and hint of a rustle told Persephone that his wings were supporting him.
She latched her ankles around his back to hold him to her.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said roughly. “Hang on to me if you want, but I’m not going anywhere.”
Beyond speech, Persephone just hung on.
Thorne’s cock touched all the right places as his hips drove it home again and again. She wanted to come right away, and yet she wanted to wait, to let the sensations build naturally.
His touches on her thrusterbud were driving her insane, magnifying everything his cock was doing, everything his fingers were doing, and everything her body was feeling. It was like having twelve people making love to her body while one perfe
ct cock fucked her into a blissful state of idiocy.
She knew she was closing in on the orgasm-to-end-all-orgasms and she reached up to Thorne to hold him near.
He lowered himself so that his chest just brushed her breasts, and she slid her hands around him, reaching for his wings. Heedless of what she was doing, she just let her hands caress him wherever they fell as her body rose higher and higher toward the peak.
She felt his wings stiffen under her hands as his cock throbbed within her cunt.
“Persephone…” His rough shout was preceded by an incredibly forceful slamming thrust that nearly bounced her into the headboard, made her wings rattle, and slapped so hard against her clit that it toppled her over into her own orgasm.
She couldn’t even scream his name. She just screamed.
Waves of sensation rolled over her again and again, and she locked her legs around Thorne to stop herself from being buffeted off the bed. Her muscles clenched, her womb contracted almost painfully, and she felt her cunt lock onto Thorne’s cock with a vise-like grip. Even her eyelids were pulsing in time with her climax. This was truly a life-altering fuck.
It seemed to take years for the aftereffects to ease.
Eventually, she realized that her difficulty breathing had nothing to do with the fact that she was about to die from unbelievable orgasm-itis, and everything to do with the fact that Thorne had collapsed in a heap on top of her and was now crushing her into the bed with his weight.
She poked at him, gently.
His response was not entirely unexpected. “I’m dead.”
Chapter 10
In point of fact, Thorne realized he’d never felt quite as alive as he did at that moment, in direct contradiction to what he’d just said.
Persephone’s muted giggle told him she wasn’t taking him too seriously, but her movements did encourage him to fold his wings together and roll languorously off her damp body.
He couldn’t repress a moan as his cock slid from her warmth and he felt her answering shudder. He knew without words that she’d been pretty much blown away by the whole thing too.
He dropped a kiss on her shoulder and cuddled her to him, putting one hand possessively on her breast.
“Is it always like this?”
Her question drifted to his ears, and he wondered if she knew she’d asked it aloud.
“No, sweetheart. It’s never like this. This is…well, this is something outside my experience.”
Persephone struggled to arrange her wings behind her so that she could rest her head on his chest.
“Damn, these things take some getting used to.” She fidgeted into a comfortable place. “Do you really mean that, Thorne? That this…what we have between us…it’s out of the ordinary?”
Thorne chuckled, letting his amusement rumble through him and into Persephone. “Honey, if it were any more out of the ordinary, we’d be on a National Geographic special. ‘Unusual Physical Responses to Sexual Stimuli as noted by the Fairy Participants.’ In other words, babe,” he pulled her even closer and dropped a kiss on her nose, “you blew my wings off. It’s never, ever, been like that before.”
Persephone sighed gustily, feathering the hairs that whorled across his firm flesh.
“I didn’t know. Sex for me has been nice, sort of. I mean it was something that happened when I got into a close relationship with someone, but to be very honest, I could take it or leave it. This—“ she waved a hand over Thorne’s body, “—this, I don’t ever want to leave. If I wasn’t so dead myself, I’d take more, right now.” She sighed again.
“We’ve plenty of time, sweetheart.” Thorne closed his eyes and felt the warmth and pleasure of holding his wingmate in his arms.
“Tell me about this Nuptial Flight.”
Thorne grunted. “Now?”
“Yes, now. Please. I’d rather hear it from you than someone else. Especially if it’s going to be bad news. Everyone seems to think it’s a big deal, so it probably hurts, right?”
Thorne hugged her. Somewhere along the line his Persephone had acquired a major case of negativity toward life. He was going to make it his mission to completely eliminate it.
“It doesn’t hurt, honey. In fact, I’m told it is the most breathtaking, life-changing experience two people can ever have.”
“Okay, so it’s sex, then, right?”
Thorne chuckled. “Of course. Nuptial? As in marriage?”
Persephone stilled. “This is marriage we’re talking about?”
“Yep.”
“Well, isn’t there something you’ve forgotten?” Persephone idly tugged at his chest hairs.
“Ouch. No. I don’t think so. Find Persephone, fuck Persephone, fuck her some more, take a Nuptial Flight together and live Happily Ever After with plenty of great fucking. That’s how it goes. And I’ll get to the ‘fuck her some more’ part shortly…”
Another tug brought tears to his eyes. “Ow. Cut that out, will you?”
“Listen, you arrogant leather bug. Don’t you think you ought to find out how I feel?”
Thorne couldn’t help but rise to the bait offered by that statement. His hand slid to her nipple and caressed it, bringing a hitch to her breathing.
“Oh, babe, I know how you feel. And it’s amazing.”
“I didn’t mean that…”
He laughed. “I know. And I also know how you feel, Persephone. You couldn’t have taken my cock so deep inside you and then sucked me dry with your wonderfully hot cunt if you hadn’t been crazy about me.”
Persephone opened her mouth to respond, but Thorne stopped it with a quick kiss.
“You’d never have opened your ass for me this morning, if you hadn’t been crazy for my touch. You’d never have snuggled next to me at Neville’s and let me make you come if you hadn’t wanted my fingers in your pussy. Your nipples wouldn’t be peaking right now if they didn’t want my lips to do this—“ He leaned over and gently licked and blew kisses on one breast.
“And most of all, Persephone, you wouldn’t be here right now if you hadn’t already given me the most important part of you. Your heart.”
He rested his head on her chest, listening to that organ as it pounded beneath his ear.
“Hear that? Can you hear your heart beating? It’s in sync with mine.” He took her hand and placed it over his heart. “This doesn’t happen too often, honey. When it does, every fairy knows it. It’s like there’s a big drum somewhere deep inside us, and if we’re really lucky, we find someone who makes that drum sound, and shakes our whole body. It’s a sign that we’re meant for each other. That we can mate and have children. If you want. That is something we should talk about.”
Thorne pulled back from her chest and pressed his lips to her shoulder. He didn’t seem to be able to get enough of the taste of her. He nibbled his way down her arm, keeping one hand firmly on her breast.
“The Nuptial Flight simply takes all these things and makes them into a special moment. One that can only be shared by two compatible fairies. We all have sex, but few of us mate. And once we do,” he raised his head and stared at Persephone with every bit of intensity he could muster, “we mate for life.”
He resumed his oral adventures over her body, running his tongue around and into her navel. He smiled as he heard her suck in her breath.
“But Thorne?”
“Mmmm?” He found a sensitive spot just inside her hipbone and flicked at it with his tongue, and enjoyed watching the goose bumps that he produced.
“Do I get a choice?”
“A choice?”
“Yes, a choice. A chance to say ‘yes,’ or ‘no,’ or ‘I don’t know, can I have some time to think about it?’”
“No.” Thorne’s tongue moved further down to her pussy. He sighed in contentment.
“No? Ohmigod.”
Correctly deducing that it was his tongue that had produced that last exclamation, not the conversation, Thorne merely grinned and continued what he was doing.
A few moments later, he raised his head. “Do you want to take the Nuptial Flight with me?”
There was silence for a moment or two, during which time Thorne felt his world come to a screeching halt.
“Of course I do.”
The world started up again. Thorne sighed and buried his head in his lover’s pussy, finding her swollen flesh with his lips and her secret folds and caves with his tongue.
Persephone moaned. “I just accepted an offer of marriage from a fairy whose face is between my legs. I don’t believe this.”
“Happy birthday, my love,” answered Thorne between sucklings.
“Thank you,” she sighed, opening her legs even more.
Thorne was in seventh heaven. His wingwoman had pledged herself to their Nuptial Flight, they’d had fabulous sex, and now he was doing one of the things he really adored—bringing her to an orgasm with his tongue.
She began to moan beneath his lips and her juices ran freely, sweet as lilac dew with the tang of lemon blossoms. He couldn’t get enough of her.
His tongue found her clit and she gasped as it curled around it and tugged. He knew he’d been perfecting his oral talents for something special—this looked like it was “it.”
He slid two fingers inside her as he continued to abrade, tease, love and encourage her clit. Her moans provided a backdrop to his actions, and her legs began to thrash next to him.
He covered one thigh with his heavy arm and slid a knee over the other shin to keep her still and open for his pleasure.
Her hands slipped into his hair and she tugged.
“Thorne. I can’t stand it—“
“Yes, you can…” His voice trailed off as he buried his face in her pussy, moving his fingers inside her. He searched for that special spot, curving his hand and flexing his fingers until a shout told him he was there.
“Relax, babe. Let it happen.”
“Dear god, Thorne…” Her voice faltered as he moved his fingers over that little puffy nubbin inside her.
His tongue kept up its frantic attack on her clit and found a rhythm that echoed the movement of his fingers.
She sobbed and struggled, muscles twitching and cunt weeping.
Thorne could feel the tensions begin to shiver through her. As her thighs hardened, her skin became tight to his touch and her breathing quickened.