“Oh yes, please.”
He ran his thumb over her lips until she parted them. Then he teased the soft underside of her lower lip. Her tongue flicked over his. The lass was ripe and ready, hungry to be deflowered.
“Taste me, Janet.” He stuck his thumb inside, her mouth warm, her tongue looping around him.
When Janet began to suck on his thumb, he with-drew it and set his mouth over hers. Her tongue was eager, probing and demanding. Janet wrapped her arms around him and smashed their lips together. She drew her breath from his, plundering his mouth, ravenous for the taste of him.
Tam Lin drew his hands downward, pausing only to circle her nipples, before he pushed the kirtle to her ankles. Janet quickly kicked it off. He caressed her smooth ass and drifted over the golden thatch of curls.
Janet’s eyes flew open and she pushed him away. “Not—”
Tam Lin kissed her nose, then rolled off her, smiling at the frightened but horny virgin sprawled atop the mossy bed.
Janet bit her lip—her frightened look was so appealing that Tam Lin felt a stab to his heart.
“I’ll be gentle.” Tam Lin picked up the discarded flowers, plucked off a petal and, using its tip, traced a slow line from her forehead to the mound of golden curls. Janet cooed, her thighs separating. Tam Lin plucked another petal and set it on Janet’s lips. “Eat.”
Janet sucked in the petal and chewed, surprised by its sweet taste.
Tam Lin flicked the bloom across her breasts, her thighs parting even more, then he fluttered the flower downward, flickering it over her golden thatch until her back arched.
Janet’s nethers throbbed with a wondrous but annoying sensation, like an itch needing to be scratched. “I’m afraid.”
Tam Lin spread her thighs, inhaled her fragrance, and his cock swelled even larger. “Afraid of your own body? Nonsense.” He pulled her to a sitting position, spread her wide. “You’re like a flower.”
Janet looked down. “Oh MY.” It was a flower. With pink petals and small nub. “But where does it go?”
Tam Lin untied the cloth about his waist, revealing his cock that was twice as long as her foot and thick as a maypole.
“Oh my! How will that ever fit inside me?”
“Quite well.” Tam Lin took her hand and guided it to him. “Ah...” he sighed as her hand closed around it.
Janet squeezed his cock, gasping when she felt its hardness and squealing with delight when his skin moved beneath her as she pumped. She stopped when Tam Lin groaned.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Best kind of hurt, Janet.” He wiped a raindrop from her lash. “Go ahead, indulge your curiosity.” Janet felt the smooth head, walked her fingers down his shaft to his balls. She gave a soft squeeze, astonished by its softness, then brushed the sparse hair back and forth.
Tam Lin lifted her hand away. “Now it’s time to explore yourself, lassie.” He spread her wide again, his breath growing ragged as he watched Janet touch herself.
“Oh my,” she said upon discovering the thrill of rubbing the little nub. “Oh-oh my.”
Tam Lin joined her exploration and dipped his finger into her. “My cock goes here.” He lifted his finger to her mouth so she could taste. As she licked, his cock jerked, and he hoped he wouldn’t spill his seed too soon.
Janet continued to rub her clit. She couldn’t stop, the pulsing throb a pleasure she never wanted to end. And yet she knew instinctually this road ended someplace wonderful.
The rain fell more quickly, Janet’s coos grew louder, and Tam Lin knew it was time. He climbed between her legs. “Are you ready, wee lass?”
“Oh yes,” Janet groaned.
Janet grabbed his ass as Tam Lin glided his cock back and forth against her clit, Janet’s oh-mys warming his heart and hardening his cock. When her oh-oh-ohs reached a fevered pitch, he slid into her wet wonderland.
Tam Lin took her maidenhead at the same moment Janet climaxed. The bursting pleasure, accompanied by her packed cunny, catapulted her into faerie land. The world twirled around her and the air exploded in colors.
“Oh my-my-my!” Janet cried into the storm, the rain falling fast and hard.
She wrapped her legs around his hips as Tam Lin plowed into her, each thrust extending her bliss. They moved as one, their skin rain slick and hot. Tam Lin ground into her, her rapture speeding his own. Faster and faster he thrust. His tempo matched the only thing he heard, Janet’s sweet oh-mys. He came with a howl and his cock squirted into her fleshly furrow.
Tam Lin arched his back as the final squirt sunk into her. “Oh my.”
Janet laughed and opened her mouth to catch the rain. Her hair was soaked, her clothes wet, and her cunt sore, but she had never felt so wonderful. Sex was better than galloping across a field. Better than hot tea on a cold day. Better than eating warm blueberry pie fresh from the oven.
Tam Lin rolled off her, his cock still hard. “The toll is paid. Best fuck I ever had.” He gestured to his horse. “Get dressed, my sweet Janet. My steed will take you to the edge of the forest.”
Janet stood, her legs wobbly, and struggled to pull the wet kirtle over her body. She stood there, hands on hips, the fabric clinging to every curve. “Is that it then?”
Tam Lin looked away, his heart aching. “I’m sorry, lass.” He wanted to fuck her again. Wanted to wrap her in his arms and confess his love. Wanted to tell her that never in a hundred years of taking maidenheads had his heart ever hurt for a girl’s leaving except for today.
After putting on her shoes, Janet snatched the flowers. “I’ll be taking these.”
Heavy hearted and with his cock still eager for more, Tam Lin watched her mount his steed and disappear into the woods.
It wasn’t until Janet saw her house through the trees and pouring rain that the shame of her actions crushed down on her.
“Tam Lin seduced me,” she said to herself as she slid off the horse. She gave two quick pats on the horse’s hindquarters and it turned away back to its faerie owner.
Janet hitched up her kirtle and ran the rest of the way home. Maybe it was a dream. She knew better. Tam Lin’s seed stuck to her thighs.
“Dear child,” said Ethne throwing a thick blanket over her shoulders the moment Janet ran through the front door. “Take your clothes off before you catch a fever. I’ll bring you a pot of tea.”
Janet’s tears loosened as she bounded upstairs to her room, only stopping when Ethne brought in a gleaming silver platter of biscuits and a steaming pot of tea. It wasn’t until Ethne closed the door behind her and Janet lifted the teacup to her lips that she realized fucking Tam Lin was the most horrible, tragic, wonderful, exciting event of her life. She wanted to tell Brianna how amazing fucking felt, how it was nothing like they thought, how the old women were wrong about it all, how it felt to have your tits sucked and your nethers fondled, how incredible to feel a man’s cock deep inside you. But she couldn’t dare tell Brianna. Or anyone. Why, she was a fallen woman now and would have to pretend to be a virgin when she got married.
Weeks passed and Janet grew unwell. Ethne blamed it on her getting caught in the rain. Her father said it more likely she had caught sickness from someone in the village.
It was mid-October, the first chill in the air, when Janet sat with twenty-four ladies playing chess. Her stomach lurched and she leapt from her chair and vomited lunch into a nearby bucket.
“Still ill, child?” asked a gray-haired widow.
Janet put her hand to her belly. “Usually I’m only sick in the morning.”
Twenty-four heads looked up from their chessboards, their eyes flickering back and forth amongst one another with a knowing look.
“You look a bit fuller at the bust, Lady Janet,” said another. “Has Lord Grady’s best knight stolen your goodies?”
The ladies’ collective inhalations sucked the air from the room in anticipation of Janet’s answer.
Janet’s face turned beet red. “I did not lie with Sir Darach.”
The knight was a womanizer with a penchant for drink and brawls.
The ladies saw shame on Janet’s face and believed otherwise, especially when she did not deny her loss of virginity.
Janet excused herself and fled to her room. Pregnant! She was ruined! No man would marry her now. And her father—well, she didn’t know what he’d do when he found out.
Janet set her hand on her flat belly. “The toll was too high. Not only did I fall in love with a faerie I can never marry, he sired a half-fae bastard.”
That night after supper, Lord Grady summoned his daughter to his study. “Did he rape you or take you willingly?” He looked over the brim of his whiskey glass.
“I . . . I . . .” Janet clenched her dress, her hand shaking.
Lord Grady set down the cup with a loud thump. “Tell me, child. Did Sir Darach rape or seduce you?”
“I . . .”
“Janet, the man’s been eyeing you a while. Tell me he raped you and I’ll run a sword through his gut and save your honor.”
“It’s not his.” Her voice squeaked like a mouse.
“Whose is it? Another lord? His son? Not some poor stable boy, I hope.”
Janet blinked back her tears. “Oh Father, it’s Tam Lin’s.”
Lord Grady threw back the whiskey and poured more. He studied her face—the obedient girl had never lied to him before—and found no evidence of deceit.
“The faerie in the woods that the villagers believe in? That Tam Lin?”
Janet ran to her father and threw herself at his knees. “I swear to you Father, it was him.”
“What did he look like?”
Janet described Tam Lin’s flawless skin, chestnut hair, and honey-smooth voice. She left out his chiseled physique, full lips, and enormous cock.
“Well, I’ll be damned. You described him perfectly.” Lord Grady lifted Janet’s chin. “What am I to do with a half-fae bastard child?” He shook his head. “I waited too long to marry you off. It’s partly my fault. Leave me be, daughter, I need to figure out how to take care of this mess.”
Janet ran from the room and straight into Sir Darach, who had been listening at the door.
“I’ll marry you, Janet.” He took hold of her elbow. “After you give birth, I’ll take the fae babe into the woods for the Faerie Queen.”
“Ohhhh my.” Janet jerked her arm away and ran to the scullery where she found Ethne slamming dough on the wooden table.
“I wondered when you’d come.” Ethne folded the dough in half, pressed down hard, then smacked it on the table again.
“You know how to get rid of it?”
“Aye, but best do it soon, tomorrow if possible.” Ethne folded and smacked, then told Janet where to find the plant that would expel the cursed half-fae child from her womb.
Though she spent the night weeping, Janet crept out of the manor early next morning before she lost her nerve. The pale purple flower she needed grew in abundance at the edge of the woods and Janet picked a large bouquet, her tears falling fast as she thought of the love she felt for Tam Lin and his unborn babe.
“I’ve no choice.” Janet set her hand on her belly. “I’ll be miserable if I marry Sir Darach and mortified for abandoning my newborn to the Faerie Queen. But if I keep you, I couldn’t bear Father’s humiliation and the shame I would bring upon him.” She patted her belly. “You’re cursed, anyway. A misshapen babe belonging to neither world.”
“Cursed?” Tam Lin jumped down from the tree at the edge of the woods. “Janet, why do you want to kill the bonny babe created from our love?”
“Love?” Janet entered the woods. “It was a toll I had to pay.”
Tam Lin took her hand and walked with her deeper into the woods. “Janet, I’ve thought of nothing but you since we met, and I confess, your oh-mys quite stole my heart.” He lifted her hand and set his lips upon it. “A baby! Our baby. And just when I was ready to die.”
“What do you mean?”
“Every seven years the Faerie Queen must pay a tithe to the devil. Usually it’s a human captive or a faerie that has fallen out of favor with the queen. This time I know it’s me—she’s angry that I fell in love with you—so on the only night when the veil between our worlds is whisper thin she’ll give my dead body to the devil.”
“No.” Janet dropped the pale purple flowers. “There must be some way to save you and break the curse.”
Tam Lin sat down on the ground. “The Faerie Queen is powerful and her magic too strong for a young lady like yourself.”
Janet sat beside him and drew her fingers over his muscled biceps. “My strength comes from the strongest muscle of all, the heart.” She clasped his hand to her bosom. “Tell me how to save you.”
Tam Lin smiled at Janet. Her courage swelled his heart with love and admiration. “On the eve of Halloween, precisely at midnight, the faerie folk will gallop past Miles Cross.”
“I know the place well.”
“Hide in the bushes until both the black and brown horse pass. When the white steed passes, pull the rider off and hold him tight.”
Janet’s eyes widened.
“It will be me, Janet.”
“How will I know?”
“I’ll have a glove on my right hand but not on my left. My hat will be cocked above my brow and my hair will be hanging down. Hold me tight and don’t be afraid when the Faerie Queen changes my form into a snake, a bear, a lion, and a red-hot iron. I’m in there, I promise, so hold tight. When I turn into a burning piece of coal throw me into the well.”
“And then?” asked Janet chewing her lip all the while. Tam Lin exhaled. “The spell will be broken.”
“I can do that,” said Janet with more confidence than she felt. She rested her head in Tam Lin’s lap while he stroked her hair. “Tell me about faerie land.”
Tam Lin told her everything, even confessing about his days as a mortal when he was an arrogant and insolent young knight. The hours passed quickly as the two lovers shared their hearts, their hopes for the future and that of their babe.
“Bring a green mantle,” said Tam Lin after giving her a long lusty kiss. “It must be green.”
The week passed quickly, and on the eve of Halloween, Janet crept out of the manor, ran to Miles Cross, and hid in the tall weeds by the stone well. At midnight, she heard the thunder of hooves.
Janet laid her hand on her belly. “For the sake of my true love and baby, I will not be afraid.”
Through the reeds, Janet watched the faerie folk approach. The black horse passed. The second was brown. The third was a rider on a white steed with a gloveless left hand and flowing brown hair. Tam Lin! Janet sprung forward and grabbed the rider’s ankle.
Tam Lin toppled from the horse and Janet wrapped her arms around him. For a second their eyes met. Then Tam Lin’s eyes turned red, the irises narrowing and elongating into vertical black slits. Strong black scales wrapped around her and an adder’s tongue flicked out. It was the Faerie Queen’s curse. Janet held tight and closed her eyes. Suddenly Janet’s arms felt as though they were being spread apart. When she opened her eyes the snake was gone and she found herself staring into the amber eyes of a large brown bear. He opened his mouth wide and bellowed, his four long incisors closing in on her. Janet screamed and tilted her neck away. Abruptly, the bear’s fur changed, the thick rough coat turning into a plush pelt. The pupils morphed into a predatory yellow, with eyes rimmed in black. A lion opened its cavernous mouth and roared.
“I love you, Tam Lin,” she shouted to the beast.
Quick as a lightning flash, the lion was gone. A red-hot poker was now clutched to her breast. Luckily, her thick wool mantle and layered kirtle protected her from getting burned. The fire-hot poker disappeared in her arms and a small burning piece of coal appeared. The final change! Janet held it tight in her gloved hand as she raced to the nearby well and tossed it in. The coal sizzled and floated for a moment before sinking under the water.
“Oh no!” cried Janet peer
ing into the well. “Tam Lin, where are you?”
Tam Lin burst out of the water gasping for air. He took a deep breath and then touched the top of his ears.
“I’m human again! You did it, Janet. The spell is broken.” He climbed naked out of the well and let Janet drape her green mantle around him.
“You wretched scoundrel!” screamed the Faerie Queen, flying out of the woods. Her lips were curled into a snarl, her eyes two dark slits, her face misshapen with rage. “You fell in love? I should have turned your heart to stone or blinded you!”
“Be gone, Queen of Faeries,” said Tam Lin. “I’ve been in your service for too long.”
“Arrggh!” The Faerie Queen flew around them twice before soaring back into the woods.
Tam Lin took Janet in his arms and kissed her, a human kiss that was rough and demanding, yet needy with love. Janet raked her hands through his hair, the faerie silkiness replaced by coarser locks. They devoured each other with their mouths, tasting, licking, probing, nibbling, and pausing only to declare their love.
Janet brushed her hand against Tam Lin’s bare chest, his human skin more exciting than the faerie smoothness.
“You’re different and yet still the same.” Janet traced her finger down the pleasure trail of his stomach. “Oh my, that hasn’t changed at all.”
His cock was still twice as long as her foot and thick as a maypole. She clutched his cock and stroked its length until he groaned.
“I haven’t thanked you properly.” Tam Lin scooped her up and carried her to the well, where he sat her on the wide ledge. He hiked up her kirtle, knelt down between her legs, and buried his head in her pussy.
“Oooh mmmmy,” said Janet as his tongue swiveled around her nub.
He ate well, slurping her honey, and flicked his tongue across her pink bud until her legs quivered. Janet grabbed hold of his hair as the throbbing pleasure mounted. He took long, languid strokes up and down her cunny, drawing out the rising tension coursing through her nethers.
Janet arched her back, held his hair tight, spread her legs wider, and let out a long moan that sounded nothing like oh-my. Tam Lin stroked her creamy inner thighs as he slowed even more. This time Janet squealed loudly to the sky. Slow lick by slow lick, he climbed the stairway to her heaven, until her writhing groans signaled the beginning of the end. He put his lips around her clit and sucked, and Janet screamed and bucked against him, smashing his face into her. Tam Lin pushed two fingers into her and she howled with joy, her orgasm coming in great waves.
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