The Ravaged Fairy

by Anna Keraleigh

  “To try to make you smile,” he whispered, wrapped his arms around her and took her into the sky.

  The flying was a treat, like a swing breaking free of a tree branch, only she wouldn’t hit the ground. With Thame she wouldn’t hit the ground at all.

  The kingdom was even more beautiful at night. Stars and the big full moon were overhead. He flew over the dome-topped towers and searched fruitlessly for his home. They slowed as they neared the top of one of those giant sunflowers. From here, the yellow petals were huge, big enough to fit both her and Thame with plenty of room for a third person. The black center of the flower was even larger and she held him tight as he landed right on top of the thing. “Is it going to hold us?” Plummeting to the ground from this height was not on her list of things to do.

  “These are as strong as buildings. Just keep off the petals, they’re less stable, and I can fly, you know.”

  A small smile pressed through the sadness. It was wonderful to hear him joking. The view was pretty damn good, too. From here, she could see the entire kingdom and a shirtless Thame was a treat no one could pass up. He was her favorite indulgence.

  She sat cautiously on the flower, her muscles tense. No one could prepare for this new experience. His previous statement echoed. She was smiling, the sadness that overwhelmed seemed to dull to a roar. Thame knelt before her, his big golden wings looked magnificent with the dark backdrop. They seemed to glow like a thousand fireflies. If he had a halo, she could see him mistaken for a gorgeous angel. His golden hair was pulled back, she reached over to loosen the knot and send locks falling over his shoulders to his bare chest.

  God, he couldn’t get any more attractive. What did he see in her? She was just a girl from Inis Mór who was part fairy and troll. Whatever the reason, she was so utterly glad he found her or rather she found him that dark night on the road.

  He leaned forward and tugged her hair loose then he laid the entire thing over her shoulder. His hands brushed through the silky strands and his fingertips grazed her breast. With their eyes still locked, he pushed the hem of her shirt up and over her head. She sat there in her bra under the stars and the sadness faded away into a surge of goose bumps and excitement.

  He pushed the straps down her shoulder and one cup dropped to reveal her pink nipple. His fingers tweaked the bud and she closed her eyes as he removed the contraption all together. She opened her eyes in time to see him throw it over the edge of the sunflower petals. “Thame!” Her giggle echoed in the quiet of the night.

  “Sweet Goddess, I love hearing you laugh.”

  She blushed not just from her exposed breasts but the charming tone of his voice. He meant every word he spoke. His hands collapsed over each breasts, kneaded them while his palms rubbed against the peaked bud. Thame moved closer, spread his legs so that hers rested atop his and parted. His mouth came closer to her nipple. Warm breath fanned across it and she couldn’t control the shiver that rushed down her spine. Would it always be like this with him? So intense but sweet and the closest thing to perfect that she had ever known. His tongue extended and lapped the bud. Pressure began to build between her legs. His teeth tugged and the moment he sucked her little bud, she moaned to the stars high in the sky.

  “I want to spend forever listening to you moan in pleasure,” he murmured and leaned his head between her pale breasts. His attention switched to the neglected nipple and his tongue played the naughty appendage.

  Every touch sent a shot of arousal to her pussy. His hands were at her jeans, the button popped open and the zipper opened as fast as her next breath. He gently pushed her back and lifted her legs to remove the jeans. They landed beside her head and he pulled her panties over her feet. He smiled as he sling shot them into the night.

  The darkness seemed to devour them. He didn’t part her legs yet but held them together almost like keeping her a secret. He pressed them forward, his free hand slid down the back of her thigh and caressed her ass cheek. She shivered again, her eyes closing to savor the feeling.

  His palm swiped across her bottom and she felt the subtle move from the flower as he shifted. She had no idea where he moved or why but waited, anticipating the next burst of pleasure. His lips landed in a sweet kiss right along her knee. It shifted lower, to her protected pussy and Breena’s eyes popped open. Was he really going to kiss her there? She bit her lip, her pulse jumped, her breathing hitched and Thame’s lips landed on her rear hole.

  She gasped, his tongue slid up the crack to swipe over the puckered entrance. Her toes curled involuntarily as his finger replaced his tongue. He pressed gently, parted the untouched flesh and sent a swarm of insane pleasure to mix with the nerves of uncertainty. Her bottom lip began to quiver. His finger pressed further inside her channel. It pumped inside, pushed in and out until she thought she might explode from the bliss. Who knew this would be so damn erotic?

  She never thought of her ass as a pleasure conductor. Apparently it was. Her pussy leaked, her nipples hardened even further and then he added a second finger. She jerked from the shock and the slight wave of pain. It quickly subsided into a whirlwind of ecstasy.

  Those two wild fingers pushed as far as they could. Thame left them parting her flesh deliciously as he let her legs fall open to reveal her creamy center. Her ankles shifted apart, then her knees and finally her thighs. She felt much like a Christmas present being unwrapped.

  He growled as his eyes fell upon her wet flesh. Those wicked fingers in her began to pump again as his mouth found her swollen sex. She couldn’t breathe as his tongue flicked her clit. The world around them drowned into darkness. She wanted more. She needed more. “Thame!” Breena had no idea what she was asking for, she just needed more, and she wanted everything he could give her.

  His mouth was a feral animal, it attacked her excited bud with tongue and teeth. She was going to explode, couldn’t keep her hips still as he fingered and licked. More satisfaction swarmed. She couldn’t control her body’s jerked motions or the moans that escaped with each gasp for air. Then that beautiful, amazing orgasm threw her straight over the edge of the ultimate pleasure cliff. Her body burned, muscles tensed, in those few precious seconds nothing existed but Thame and her.

  Breena gasped, her legs fell open out of sheer exhaust from the intense orgasm. He was moving again, she rolled her head to the side and watched him remove his jeans. “You are so handsome.” She couldn’t get over it.

  His muscles bulged; his blond hair and tanned skin were such a contrast to the darkness behind him. His wings were spread wide and his shoulders broad. His hips narrowed, a thin line of blonde hair erotically led down to his jutting arousal. It was still a shock to see how big he really was. His red head pointing to the stars, his balls drawn tight to his body. His thighs were thick pillars of muscles and some scattered blond hair. He didn’t speak but stood there and let her look.

  She was grateful and couldn’t stop the words that boldly came forth. “I want to see you naked all the time. Whenever I see you flying, I think of you naked. Or when you’re walking, I wonder if you’re hard and pressing against the zipper or are you soft and swinging and what can I do to get you hard.”

  “Just thinking about you gets me hard,” he said the words as he walked to her parted legs.

  The breeze caressed her wet skin and sent a shock across her nether region. That was something to try again, the next windstorm she was sitting up her with her legs spread and Thame beside her, or in her or touching her. Breena took a deep breath as he knelt between her legs. This was it. She was finally going to feel a man, her man, inside her. Nerves began to rear their ugly head and she tried her hardest to tramp them down. Instead of laying over her, he pulled her to a sitting position. “On your knees.” he whispered as his teeth nibbled on her neck. Confused and sexually excited she complied and rose to her knees. Thame positioned her until her back was at his front and she frowned. What was he doing?

  “Wider.” Another whisper this time against her shoulder.
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  Breena spread her legs wider, a thrill shooting through her body as he moved closer, between her spread legs. More liquid gathered at her center. He glided his hands to her lower back than to her front and held her breast in a firm grip.

  “Wider.” His voice was lower, deeper, and it drove her crazy with lust.

  She spread wider and his hard cock pressed erotically into her bottom. Her nipples ached with delight as he tugged and squeezed. They were surely red by the time his hands returned behind her.

  He pushed her gently to all fours. His hands caressed her ass cheeks with a focused hunger that left her breathless. The head of his cock pressed against her cheek, the tip wet as he led it across her puckered hole and to the other ass cheek. Its silky touch caressed her skin. Breena wanted to see him grabbing his thick cock in his hand and gliding it along her body. The image in her head was an erotic thrill. To see the real thing would bring her straight to ecstasy. The head of his penis found that rear hole and pressed gently against it. Her body jerked forward.

  “Trust me, Breena,” he murmured and grabbed hold of his cock once more.

  This time he gently pushed her to her stomach and his hands pushed her thighs even further apart. She thought he would finally enter her, but he ignored her pulsating, needy pussy. His cock head was against her rear, the tip urged firmly against the hole. The head of his cock thrust inside her body and she tried to wrench away. Her breath hitched faster and her hands curled into fists. He pulled free, and then shoved a little more inside her tight ass.

  “Thame.”

  Nerves, fear and pleasure blended until she could barely tell them apart. His cock parted flesh she never knew could part and his girth stretched until she thought she might scream from the budding pain. There was a groan as he entered her ass this time. It came from his lips just as his cock penetrated and pushed further inside her tight channel. This time the pain was blurred by a surge of satisfaction. He pressed harder. His hand gripped her hips and held her still. Pain began to surface again. She tried to jerk away but he held her firm and then he slammed his big cock deep inside her ass.

  The orgasm was instant. Her body squeezed his cock until he groaned along with her. Her pulse pounded behind her clit and her inner muscles tensed with the overwhelming satisfaction. Her breath was a series of gasps by the time the orgasm faded. Thame was silent behind her, his cock still speared deep and his hands holding her in place. When he began to pull back the real insanity began.

  Her muscles stung as the intruding dick pulled free of her gripping hole. Thame pushed forward and penetrated deep.. He timed them perfectly; each rapid pulse was followed by a quick jab of his cock. Her body was on fire as he gained momentum, his cock a wild ride that she could only follow.

  Thame pulled free, she cried out but he simply spun her to her back and lifted her legs into the sky. He pushed them forward and she felt his head at her rear entrance once again. The moment it pierced, the pain returned. It flooded her system until he entered fully.

  His eyes were open, locked onto hers when he guided her ankles to his shoulders and spread her legs. She watched in abandon as he pumped two fingers inside her pussy while his cock pulsed in her ass.

  His palm found her clit, rubbed quick uncontrolled circles and his thrusts became harder. Thame’s cock slammed deep, retreated only to return just as fiercely. Her hips jerked wildly, his cock was a weapon, a rod of lightning and then the orgasm took control.

  She couldn’t breathe. Her heart thumped wildly behind her breasts and Thame pumped his hips like there was no tomorrow. The moment she felt the pleasure slip away, he locked his hands onto her hips and shoved his cock deep enough to make her cry out. His dick pulsed within her. He let out a loud growl that echoed through the night. His lips bared his grinding teeth, his cock pressed harder and harder into her body until she thought she’d pass out. Then Thame collapsed, his empty dick pulled free of her sore rear entrance. She couldn’t think, let alone talk as he laid beside her and gathered her close.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked between big gasps of air.

  Breena shook her head. The pleasure far outweighed any pain. Beside’s hearing his sound of release was worth any discomfort. . She remained silent, exhaustion hit her like a heavy drug. Thame gathered her in his arms and she didn’t protest when he lifted them into the air. She was naked but too satisfied to care.

  The next thing she knew she had a soft mattress beneath her and the hot man of her dreams cuddled behind her.

  ****

  Keyn kept to the shadows. He couldn’t stand being near Queen Brook and now Thame had brought his woman here. There were too many humans already and then there was Abigail. She’d aged so much since the last time he’d seen her. Of course, she didn’t see him, he used the shadows until she was far from his presence. It pained him to see her. His head throbbed and the nightmares were returning. That was the last day he’d seen her, the day those hunters found him. Keyn shuddered and stopped walking down the quiet path.

  He was home, he was safe and there was no reason to freak out. The mantra was repeated over and over but it seemed to help little. The humans really were invading his safe zone. Maybe he should move to the outskirts of the kingdom like Mord and Brielle. It seemed like the only option now.

  “Keyn?”

  He froze. His eyes slowly opened and shifted to the woman before him. The human he had once called friend.

  Abigail held her hands tightly together as she finally laid eyes upon her fairy. “Oh Keyn, what happened to your face?”

  He flinched, turned his head so the scar wouldn’t be completely visible.

  “Do you remember me? I was a girl back then...”

  “I know who you are, Abigail.” She took a step forward and his skin began to crawl. It was the same as the night of the Queen’s ceremony. After tasting Brook, he nearly had a breakdown. He spent the rest of the night huddled in a closet in his house. Some fairy warrior he was. She took one more step and Keyn backed up. “Don’t...” he hissed. It was a warning she did not heed.

  “Keyn. I don’t know what happened, but this is me, Abigail. Don’t you remember flying with me. Having lunch in the trees?”

  The old woman before him smiled sadly, and he was reminded of the young girl she once was. “I am no longer that fairy.” His wings fluttered, prepared for flight.

  “Keyn!”

  She called as he lifted off the ground and flew as fast as wings would take him. Up and up, he collided with some low clouds and punched through their fluffy structure. He hovered there, in the air, far from the others like him. Why did she have to come here? Why Abigail? If she hadn’t come maybe the nightmares would have stayed away. Maybe he wouldn’t remember the day those hunters came upon a lost fairy boy and stole his innocence.

  ****

  Breena had no urge to face reality even as the sun began to shine through a slit in the curtain. Apparently, daylight was trying to distract her from the heat that radiated from behind. Thame’s body was so warm she wanted to snuggle beneath him like a heating blanket. Yesterday had been a rollercoaster of emotions; the sadness followed by ecstasy. Her body was sore but it was a small price to pay for the erotic sound of Thame coming inside her and she did have a few mind-blowing orgasms. She sighed as soft kisses were scattered on her neck. A yawn spread her lips wide. “Can’t we just stay here and not face the day?” Too much going on for her to think about but she would eventually have to deal with each issue.

  “I would love to stay in bed with you all day.” He grinned against her shoulder.

  His erection pressed firmly against her back and she bit her lip remembering last night. “I think everyone would get suspicious. We’re lucky no one noticed you staying in here the last two nights.”

  Thame nuzzled her neck and she giggled. “I don’t care who knows you’re my woman and I get to play with your sweet little body.”

  Breena yawned again.

  “But I think you need some breakfast and som
e juice to fortify you.” He sighed. “Later I plan to ravish you.” Thame winked and pushed the blanket down his scrumptious body.

  Why wait until later? He was lying there naked. She wanted nothing more than to jump on top of him, spread her legs and finally experience him deep inside her core. He turned from his side and stood up. She had the best view ever! His golden wings flared outward, his bare ass tight as he walked to the bathroom door. He left the door open and she couldn’t help but peek as he slipped on a pair of black jeans.

  “Today I figured we’ll all go see my home.” He said the words casually but his tone held something else, nerves?

  “That sounds perfect.” She liked it here but longed to see his house. What kind of bed did he have? When did she suddenly start thinking on sex ten seconds after she woke up? She silently shook her head and stood. Where were her clothes? Breena stumbled to the closet door, tripped on the edge of the blanket and caught herself awkwardly on the nearest chair. At least there was no food involved. Upon opening the wide wooden doors, she found a closet filled with women’s clothes. It was like hitting the lottery. There were neatly hung jeans, t-shirt, dresses, boots, high heels and anything else a girl might need. She bent down to grab the dainty black boots without the heel.

  Thame’s hand caressed her ass and she jumped up startled. His laughter was a treat but she spun to him and tugged on a strand of his golden hair. “Wear a sundress, please.”

  She shrugged her shoulders and felt a wave of awkwardness as he stood there staring at her. Nakedness was not something she was used to so she grabbed a random shirt and laid it over her front. “Go...do something,” she mumbled and turned back to the closet.

  She decided on a yellow sundress trimmed in white. When she settled all her clothes into place Thame planted a wild kiss on her lips and then she went to find Gran. Alone she stood in front of the door and tried to think of a thousand different things that might help. Poor Gran was such an amazing woman but her daughter, the biological one, had died. Breena would miss her mother but never knew her enough to mourn.. Everything was so complicated. She reached out for the knob as she knocked quietly. “Are you all right?”