by Viola Grace
He noticed her interest. “This bag of holding has been in my family for years. It traveled with my father to a dozen wars, and came to me when he died.”
“Have both your parents passed away?” She found herself curious about his past. It wasn’t often that she had enough time to get to know her clients. Usually they came and went.
“Well, under another fairy’s curse, he went mad and killed my mother, then himself.” He sighed, then gave her a small smile. “So, yes. Both of my parents have passed away.”
“Does your family get cursed by fairies often?” It was unusual for it to even happen once, let alone twice in one family.
“Yep. Every generation has at least one curse laid on them.” He shook his head ruefully. “I got away easily. There is a chance that I may survive this. Unfortunately, many around me haven’t.”
“The inhabitants of your castle?”
“And my wife.” His voice was grim. “She was the first casualty of my curse. I began the change, and she tried to escape. Apparently running from me when I am in the grip of the curse is not a good idea. Something you may want to keep in mind.”
“I have had a little experience with natural werewolves. I know what behavior will and will not incite one to violence.” She paused. “But I am sorry about your wife. It is most often the people closest to the cursed one that suffer.”
“Indeed. That was the case for me.”
“But wait. Wasn’t the elf that cursed you your lover?”
“Yes, what of it?”
“But you said you were married. That your wife was the first victim.”
“She was.”
“So the elf was angry that you wouldn’t leave your wife for her?”
“She was furious. I told her when our relationship began that I would not leave Ferrin. Apparently, she didn’t think that I was serious.”
Nakedella whistled softly. The fae were exceedingly jealous when they directed their affections. He was lucky to have survived at all.
His infidelity was unsurprising. In her experience, those who were born to privilege were rarely concerned with having public affairs. Come to think of it, over half of her clients were married. Huh.
“What are you thinking?” His voice was suddenly very close. He had built a fire and was waiting for the kettle of water to boil while the fowl roasted slowly near the edge of the flames.
“Only that men are the same no matter their station in life.” She winked at him, and the gesture caught him by surprise. His laughter rang against the rock, and she could feel the vibration from the abrupt sound under her hands.
“That is a truth that more women should learn.” He took one of her hands in his, slowly stroking her palm with his thumb. “How do you survive? Living with nothing, I mean.”
“I have everything that I need. Food, shelter, and companionship. What more would I want?” She shrugged and tried to tug her hand away. He held her fast until she mentioned, “Isn’t the fowl scorching?”
He darted off to attend to the meal, and she got up and wandered to the edge of the forest. “I will be back in a moment. Nature calls.”
“Stay close,” was the answering shout.
Early in her career, she had learned to be wary of every type of poison ivy and oak, but she kept an even more careful eye out when she saw the fairy ring just inside the first thicket she crossed.
Chapter Three
She quickly noted the location of the large tree near the rest spot the prince had chosen and completed her ablutions as quickly as possible. With fairies near, she felt a frisson of fear roll down her spine. They were basically harmless, but when you were naked, there were a lot more places for the little buggers to pinch you.
Sure enough, as she was just exiting the wood, a brownie dropped onto her shoulder, giggling and tugging at her long, honey-colored hair. A pixie soon joined in the fun, elf-locking her hair in the matter of minutes that it took for her to gently place the brownie on the ground.
By the time she made it back to the fire, she had three pixies circling her tresses, and her hair was tangled into a knotted mass.
“Prince, I found some pixies. Does that bag of yours hold any honey or chocolate?”
He looked over at her and burst out laughing at one of the little creatures, who had fashioned a gown out of her hair and was prancing in midair as if participating in a ball.
“Yes, I believe it does. Just a moment.” He dug through the bag and pulled out a small jar of honey. The unicorn perked up at the sight of the jar, and Ella laughed. All magical creatures had a fondness for sweets; the more exotic, the better.
Swiftly he poured out dollops of the sweet stuff on leaves, and she sighed in relief as the pixies left her. There was an extra portion, and she took it to give to the unicorn. He was extremely polite, his tongue scraping her hand with a delicate warmth. He kept his teeth carefully away from her skin. She withdrew her hand.
“Thank you, Drygan. Not everyone is as careful.” She stroked the delicate skin between his eyes, smiling when he shuddered at her touch. Her fingers grazed his horn, and she drew her hand back sharply as the jolt of magic ran up her arm.
One more slow draw of her hand down his nose and she turned back to the meal that was now ready to eat. How the prince had stewed the rabbits that quickly was a mystery, but she would not have been surprised to find that magic had been involved.
“Come and eat, Nakedella. We need to get back on the road as quickly as possible.”
No other words were spoken as they ate. When she finished, he took the bowl and spoon from her and put them back into the bag. All other cooking utensils went into the bag, some just from the fire. It was definitely a magical item, if it could hold iron that was still smoldering with heat. He passed her the water skin and she sipped daintily from it, corked it and handed it back.
“All right, let’s go.” He picked her up and simply plopped her onto the unicorn, then leapt up behind her.
He held her against his chest while Drygan built up speed. The prince’s grip was tight, and she squirmed against it. Her breast was not going to go anywhere, if he had anything to do with it.
“What is your name, by the way? You haven’t told me.” She tried for casual, but his fingers were now gently kneading her breast and tweaking her nipple. It took self-control to keep her voice even, and she didn’t have much of that at the best of times.
“My name is Prince Alak Prioric.” His lips were caressing her ear once more. “But you may call me Alak.”
“Alak. It’s a nice name.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder as she let him take her body slowly up the path to arousal.
His hands had free reign over her body, and it was only after she had shuddered and gasped her release in his arms that he struck upon an idea to help his own body reach satiety. He picked her up, splaying her legs to either side of his hips. He freed himself from his trousers once again, and moments later was buried to the hilt within her as the unicorn’s pace drove them to slide and grind against each other.
Her hands gripped his arms as her channel was massaged by his member’s determined movement, until the moment that his body shook and she felt a faint warmth deep within. With sweat dripping from his brow, he met her gaze as his fingers slipped between them, using her lubrication to ease the trail of his fingers as he rubbed her clit slowly. Every now and then he would give it a little pinch that pressed her body against him and her breasts to his chest, nipples scraping across his tunic.
She squealed and twisted as the coil of tension within her reached a critical point, then shrieked as her body tried to clamp down on his spent cock.
When the palpitations ceased, she squirmed against him, trying to get comfortable. The smooth motion of the unicorn’s gait lulled her into a stupor, and she nodded off with Alak still inside her.
* * * * * *
“Nakedella, wake up. We are making camp.” His voice was amused; she had slept on his chest the whole afternoon.
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bsp; “Wha—?” She pressed against his shoulders to lever herself off his now alert penis and almost fell, as her balance was severely compromised.
“Careful.” He lifted her off him and gently set her on her feet, smiling as she grabbed at Drygan’s mane to keep her footing. For some reason, her legs wouldn’t hold her.
He swung from the back of the unicorn and removed the flint and steel from the bag, then pulled out some firewood. A fire was going in moments, and she patted Drygan’s shoulder as she wobbled towards the warmth offered by the flames.
They were deep in the woods, trees surrounding them on all sides. The mossy surface of the ground was soft and yielding beneath her buttocks as she shifted to get more comfortable.
The remainder of the stew and stew pot came out of the bag, still steaming. That was easy. He handed her a bowl of the rabbit stew and a chunk of the pheasant.
“Isn’t Drygan going to eat with us?”
“He is. He’s grazing.”
Sure enough, she looked over her shoulder to see the dark form of the unicorn silhouetted against the setting sun.
“I’m exhausted. Do you have any blankets for me?” She finished the stew and handed him the empty bowl.
“How did you manage to exhaust yourself?” He was smirking with superiority.
“I’m not used to riding.” She smiled beatifically at him, refusing to rise to the bait, and took the bedroll from him, snuggling down into the blankets. They were wide enough for two, but he stood to one side and kept watch. Something in her mind rang about the unicorn keeping watch, but she forgot about it as fatigue claimed her once more.
A warm body slipping into the bedding behind her caused her to surface from a deep doze. Her mind recognized the warmth and smell of a male, but there was something wild in the scent. The hands that brought her body to life while she was pressed against a hard, smooth chest were gentle, but persistent.
Her panting began to thrust her breasts firmly into his grip. When she felt the cock prodding between her thighs, she shifted her legs until one was up against her chest, giving him full access.
He was not long in taking the invitation. His fingers spread her and she felt the blunt heat of him seeking entrance. He slipped into her with a slow thrust that took him to the hilt. She winced as he nudged the entrance to her womb, confirming in her mind that it was Drygan and not Alak within her. He was far larger.
Her body arched and twisted against him in the throes of passion as he pumped in and out of her at a leisurely pace. His hands on her hips kept her from controlling their coupling. Her hands clawed at the blankets as she sought to force him into her with a hard and sharp motion.
He was nuzzling at her neck, and she felt his chuckle as she whimpered and tried to get firmer contact with his body. “More.” Her breathless sigh caused a hitch in his hips. “Please, Drygan. More.”
In seconds she was on her knees, her ass in the air and Drygan was driving into her. She groaned as her pussy fluttered around his cock, trying to grasp it. She pushed her hips back to meet his pounding thrusts and was soon shrieking her release into the blanket under her face. He continued his ravaging pace, shuddering and groaning a few minutes later as his own climax rolled through him.
His weight bore her to the ground, and she squirmed at the wetness that now coated her thighs. Apparently his member was not the only oversized thing about him; his cum was rolling out of her and slithering down her thighs.
As he moved off her to face her, one arm pillowing his head, he said, “Good evening, Ella, I am Drygan.”
His silver eyes sparkled in the dim light of the fire. Hair the same blue-black color as his equine form fell over one brow. His skin gleamed a dark bronze in the flickering flame.
“Pleased to meet you, Drygan. Very pleased.” She smiled and took the hand he extended to her, their fingers weaving together. “Next time, introductions before you fuck me, though, okay?”
He laughed, a rich sound that rolled through the night.
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Alak looked over from his vantage point and smiled.
It took a special sort of woman to attract Drygan. That he had jumped into her bedroll without using his excellent manners was unheard of in all the years that he had known him. Perhaps Nakedella was the one who could break his curse. He felt hope spring into him for the first time in five years.
Chapter Four
The first day set the schedule for the next week. Drygan would wake her slowly and tenderly with his body inside hers. She would eat the breakfast that Alak prepared, and by then the unicorn would be ready to travel.
They would mount up, Nakedella in front of the prince, and fool around as Drygan galloped through the woods, mountains and deserts of the land of Fairy Tales, Folk Tales and Fables. When they stopped for lunch, Alak would try and convince her to acquiesce to a quickie. Then back on the steed for another run through magical lands. Dinner, then sleep.
Drygan always came to her after she had slept for at least an hour, giving her time to recover from the coitus-in-motion. He held her to him the entire night, sharing his body heat without being asked. It wasn’t a bad way to travel at all.
The only disruption in their routine came one afternoon near sunset. Drygan stopped near a bridge crossing a canyon, a sudden halt that almost catapulted her off him. Only Alak’s grip kept her mounted.
The reason for the stop became evident when a troll meandered up from under the bridge, his great hairy arms swinging.
“What do we have here? Two tasty morsels who want to cross my bridge, and their faithful steed?” He shook his head, waggling his tusked jaws at them.
Alak tried to take charge. “Stand aside, troll. We will pass.”
The troll crossed his arms and laughed. “Not without paying in flesh, you won’t.”
Nakedella sighed, putting her hand on Alak’s arm. She turned her head to look him in the eye. “May I? I can get us through this without him collapsing the bridge while we are on it.”
“What will you do?”
Her look said ‘What do you think?’ She slipped from his arms and walked to the troll, hips swaying lightly and her hair blowing in the breeze.
“Will you take a use of my body in trade?” She wandered closer to him. He could grab her now, but he was shaking too hard. His eyes were riveted to her breasts, a string of drool making its way down his jaw, and he blinked hard.
“Will you?”
His frantic nod and shaking hand extended to her was sufficient.
“Nakedella! You can’t be serious!” Alak’s voice followed her as she walked with the troll under the bridge. He dismounted to follow her, and was astonished when Drygan stopped him. She looked back and waved for him to have patience. She knew trolls, and this wouldn’t take long.
Sure enough, the instant that she climbed astride him, his body began to tremble. It had been so long since he had had a female that his precum was dripping out of him like a fountain. She was content, as it enabled her to slide onto the stone-like phallus with no trouble.
Her hips rocked up once, twice, and by the sixth stroke he was gripping her hips and shouting his release. She placed a soft kiss on his tusked jaw and asked, “So my companions and I are free to cross?”
“Oh, yes, milady. Should you decide to return this way, I will have a gift for you if you choose to honor me with your flesh again.” His voice was so shy that she smiled at him with all her charm.
“The honor was mine. Be well, Guardian of the Western Bridge.”
“You know of me?” He was shining with pride suddenly. For a troll, fame was the ultimate experience.
“I do. Many travelers have passed and told that your dealings were fair.” She straightened, flipping her hair over her shoulders once again. “They spoke truly.”
She walked swiftly out from under the bridge and to her companions. Wordlessly, Alak threw her onto Drygan’s back, then leapt up behind her. This time, however, he didn’t touch her any more than necessar
y.
The bridge crossing was done in the dark, Drygan’s eyes taking them safely across and to a suitable camping ground with a stream running nearby.
She dismounted without the prince’s help and crossed to the stream, bathing carefully and calmly. Only when he left to gather firewood did she let tears of dismay cross her cheeks. It was Drygan’s arms that came to hold her, his body that she curled against as she sniffled, “I just didn’t want anybody to get hurt. The troll was just lonely.” She leaned her head back to meet his eyes. It was hard to read his expression in the dark.
“And you know how that feels.” His dark skin and hair made him almost invisible in the starlight; only his eyes showed his reaction to her statement.
“I do indeed know how it feels to be sought out for service and not for pleasure. It is why I’m here, after all.” She knew that she sounded bitter, but couldn’t help it.
“It is indeed why you are here. Alak is just suffering from jealousy. He wants you to only desire him.”
“Then how does he feel when I turn to you?” She laughed lightly, her predicament clear. He wanted her to only desire him, but he would discard her as soon as the curse was broken.
“He is confused.” He rubbed his chin across the top of her head, tucking her closely into him. “I don’t often desire human women. But you, dear Ella, are definitely an exception.”
“Why do you call me Ella? Everyone calls me Nakedella.”
“Your name is Ella; you are the same no matter what you wear.”
A swelling in her chest that may have been affection startled her. He was right. No matter what she was wearing—or not wearing—she was still Ella. He had known that the first day that he met her.
“Aren’t you two cold?” Alak had returned from his wood gathering.
“No, I don’t think I will be cold again.” She snuggled against Drygan, giggling as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroll that had been laid for her near the fire. She realized that Drygan was also always naked. When he changed, he was unclothed and when he took unicorn form, he didn’t need any. No wonder he didn’t think anything of her nudity. To him, it was a natural state.
