The Ravaged Fairy

by Anna Keraleigh

  The water swished and gurgled. The glint of a blade caught his attention. He spun around, dropped Breena away from the danger and drew his blade just as the bastard struck. A sharp pain sliced through his arm but he ignored the throbbing wound and swung as hard as he could. His sword pierced flesh, ripped through a troll’s torso and the thing fell without a sound. How had the nasty fucker even gotten that close? He shouted, prayed silently that Whisper wasn’t far away and turned to the other two that came from the nearest shadows. There was no chance of fighting them as a sharp female cry sounded from behind.

  He swung around too late. Breena was on her knees with a blade pressed against the delicate skin of her throat. Thame instantly stilled. He could not tear his gaze away from her. She wasn’t wide-eyed and fearing for her life. She glanced behind him then at his face. Once, twice, three times and he had a feeling there were exactly three trolls behind him. That was his woman, his amazing woman.

  “We want Queen.” It hissed.

  Another blade was placed at his back and a shiver of fear slid up his spine. Memories of their blade slicing through his wings made sweat bead on his forehead. “...and how do you propose I do that?”

  “Get her. Bring here and you get this one.” He wiggled Breena slightly and the blade broke skin.

  He wanted to shout, to kill, to destroy and torture as that bright red drop of blood slid down his woman’s creamy neck. Instead, he took a breath and nodded. “Fine, I’ll go get her.”

  The thing narrowed its beady eyes. “You get Queen.”

  “Yes,” he stated simply and dropped his sword to the brown grass. “You don’t touch her, and I’ll give you the queen.”

  It seemed to be debating his honesty. “No lie or we kill her slow.”

  Thame held his ground even as Breena struggled against the creature. The thing shoved her to its side and slammed its open palm against her face. His body jerked just as hers did. She looked from Thame to the disgusting creature before her. Stay calm, he prayed. If she just stayed calm, he’d be able to distract them and pull the fuckers eyeballs from his socket then chop off each of its gnarly fingers. Of course, Brenna did no such thing.

  “You hit me.” Her voice was low, filled with astonishment as Thame’s heart began to thump wildly behind his chest.

  “Yesss, I hit you. A warning. Now go get Queen.”

  “Don’t you ever fooking hit me.” The words were dark and violent as she shoved her fist right into his groin. It howled in pain and fell backwards.

  Thame sprung into action, he grabbed his sword and rolled to face the remaining trolls. His sword clanked with another, his leg kicked out and slammed into a knee. He heard the distinct sound of bone break as it screeched. That’s what he was waiting for.

  The noise permeated the quiet night. He shoved his blade into his exposed neck just as a blue blur whirled onto the scene. Whisper was here, there was no chance these trolls would survive. He spun to Breena and stopped his forward movement in shock. She was standing above the troll, her hands gripped the sword that was steady and her eyes focused solely on the bastard that lay withering on the ground. He had never seen violence on her face and it made his heart lurch. “Breena.” she had never killed another being, and he never wanted that blood to stain her soul.

  “He. Hit. Me.” She placed the blade against its neck and it stilled, eyes wide.

  Thame didn’t know what else to say. “Yes he did, and you hit him back.”

  She kicked the thing in the side and it squealed but didn’t attempt to runaway. “You’re damn right I did.”

  Breena sat quietly by the falls as Whisper and Thame spoke to the King. The trolls’ bodies had been rounded up. She had seen a few flashes of blue and then there were two more dead trolls. The action didn’t upset her in any way as she held her flaming cheek. Never in her life had she been hit, never in her life had she been threatened by violence and there was no way she was going to let that thing or anyone else get away with it.

  “I am so proud of you,” Thame spoke from beside her.

  She leaned over and hugged his torso, his arms instantly wrapping around her. His erection pressed against her breasts and she couldn’t think of a better way to cheer her mood. “I’m sure you had some genius plan to free me but...” She shook her head.

  “He hit you,” Thame murmured.

  Breena nodded and glanced up at him.

  “You did great.”

  “Yeah?” Her body felt achy despite the lack of real damage. “I’m thinking you should teach me some fighting moves.” She smiled as she said the words. Fighting would probably lead to naked wrestling and beyond.

  He grinned, apparently having the same naughty idea. She was instantly on her feet and hauled into his embrace. “It’s a deal. I have to help check the rest of the kingdom. Bray will take you back to Gran, and I want the three of you to stay together.”

  She nodded quickly and watched, memorized as he leaned closer.

  “Breena, I love you.”

  The words were simple. They were after all just words but they made her heart swell into a ball of happiness. “I love you too, Thame.” Her heart and soul agreed with the statement. His hands cupped her cheeks and the kiss was sweeter than a spoonful of sugar. Tender and slow he made love to her mouth until she was melting in his arms. When he pulled away, she moaned greedily. Breena watched him lift into the air and join the others on the hunt for stray trolls. Bray was instantly by her side. The woman’s strong hands helped her into the air and toward safety.

  Breena waited patiently with Gran who kept eyeing her. It didn’t matter, her heart was ready to explode she was so happy and no one would taint that wonderful feeling. She sat beside the window staring into the dark sky and listened to Gran snore with a small smile.

  In those romance novels, she never understood how a woman could fall so completely with the men they’d just met. She loved reading them nonetheless but it never made sense before. Now, finally it did. Breena understood. Her soul had chosen a warrior worthy of her heart. The joy was just bursting through every cell of her body she could hardly sit still. When the door opened, it wasn’t Thame that came through but that gorgeous fairy, Brielle. She instantly stood up. “Is he okay?”

  She looked confused and then a small smile lifted her lips. “Thame? He’s fine,. I’ve come to check on you.”

  Shite, when the woman smiled she expected angels to start singing and a bright light to reveal her halo. The fairy was beyond gorgeous and awkwardness began to creep into her joy. “I’m okay.”

  “I’m a healing fairy, the very last of my kind and I can get rid of that nasty bruise.”

  The fairy’s white wings fluttered to life as she moved closer. A wonderful fragrance followed and Breena remained still as she lifted her hands. The warmth was instant, followed by a slight tingle and then Brielle pulled away. “That’s it?” Her cheek felt oddly numb.

  “That’s it.” She smiled again. The heavens opened and Breena was lost in her beauty. Several seconds of silence passed before Brielle cleared her throat.

  “You’re...” How the hell did she say this? There were no marriage rules that anyone spoke of. “You’re Mord’s...” Breena moved to the chair beside the bed.

  “...woman? Yes.” Her smile suddenly dulled. “I’m sure Thame will return soon. Do you need anything in the mean time?”

  Breena just shook her head and fell silent as the fairy abandoned the room. She didn’t make sound as she left. It was too quite and she suddenly realized the loud snoring had stopped. Gran shifted to her back and gazed at the ceiling.

  “That girl is trouble.”

  “That’s what you said about me, Gran.”

  “And I was right.” She sat up in bed. “Do you truly love him?”

  She bit her lip and nodded. “I really love Thame, Gran.”

  There was silence for a few seconds before she spoke. “Then I hope you find all the happiness in the world with him, little Iníon.”

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nbsp; “Thank you.” Tears prickled at her sight.

  “And if he hurts you, go for the good bits.”

  Breena giggled, remembering his offense at the term. “Goodnight, Gran.” She pressed her lips firmly together until the woman that meant the world to her turned over. A few seconds later, the snoring resumed.

  She returned to the window and glanced out. Little white flakes had begun to fall. They swirled from the heavens and teetered to the ground with the lack of wind. It was beautiful. White covered the sunflowers and the tops of the houses creating a winter wonderland. It was probably the first and last snowfall before summer arrived and she settled to watch the romantic night.

  She didn’t have long before the soft click of the doorknob turning broke her from her snowflake trance. Breena spun around. Her heart suddenly pulsed as her eyes scanned the door for any signs of who it could be.

  Thame sauntered quietly into the room, his arms opened as she ran to him. He was so warm and solid, she squeezed harder. “You’re okay.” It was part question, part statement as she looked up into his eyes.

  “There were no more trolls.” His hand cupped her cheek. “Are you well?”

  Breena nodded swiftly.

  “Will you fly with me once more? This place, I promise, is more secure.”

  She would do anything to spend some time with him alone. Her body heated when she’d laid eyes on him. He lifted them off the ground, shoved out the door and closed it without a single sound. Breena placed a kiss on his jaw and a few on his neck as the shot out into the cold night. She huddled closer to his warmth but wouldn’t miss this for the world.

  Large snowflakes tumbled to the ground with fury and they flew higher into the magical sight. She wanted to dance with delight as the little flakes settled on them and hadn’t realized how close the ground was until her feet touched it. They were in front of his house.

  “There were rose petals out here,” he murmured with a frown.

  The red smudges lay beneath a thin layer of snow and she placed a kiss on his lips. It was supposed to be quick but he captured her mouth. They kissed wildly under the falling snow until Breena shivered with lust and cold.

  She watched his tight butt flex the moment he passed her to open the door. Her body ached with desire. The entry revealed just how he transformed his home for her. Rose petals created a vibrant path into his house and to the main room. Here there was a roaring fire and a soft blanket placed before it. A bottle of wine and two long stem glasses were off to the side. Breena smiled wide and turned to him. “You have to be the most romantic man ever.”

  “Fairy.” He smiled as he said the word and took two big steps to stand in front of her.

  Breena giggled. “Fairy.” she reached up and caressed the jaw she loved so much then slid her hand down his chest. He was so chiseled with hard muscle yet so soft at the same time. Thame gently took her by her wrist and led her to that yellow blanket but neither of them sat.

  “Tonight is all about you.”

  He knelt before her and helped remove her sneakers. He threw both of them across the room. At this height, he was so close to her core she kept shivering in anticipation, but Thame returned to his feet to remove her shirt.

  She hadn’t bothered to wear a bra tonight, and her nipples hardened from the chill the fire had yet to chase away. His fingers found the peeks first and tweaked each one as she tried to hold her balance. Did he forget how bad her balance really was? His mouth was on one bud and her head fell back, eyes closed, as pleasure swamped her body. She could spend an eternity right here and be perfectly happy. Thame kissed between her breasts, his tongue straying to her cleavage before his little touch of lips moved lower. He licked around her belly button and once again knelt before her.

  Why did nerves suddenly reappear? Breena bit her lower lip and held her breath as he tugged her jeans to her ankles. He removed them slowly then threw them with the other items somewhere across the room. She stood before the fire in only her pink, sheer panties and never felt more vulnerable in her life.

  “I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”

  “Even covered in food?” she quipped, remembering the first time he’d ever said those words.

  “Yes.” He grinned and pushed aside the crotch of her panties to reveal her weeping core. His finger swiped through her lower lips, teased her bud before retreating. “Why don’t you sit on the couch?”

  Breena couldn’t help but laugh, so he did remember her lack of balance. She complied, pulled off her panties then sat at the edge of the couch. Her body stilled as he placed his big hands on her knees and spread her legs. The fire had warmed her skin, but Thame made it burn. Her breath hitched as he placed his body between her open legs and that sinfully talented mouth edged ever closer to her core. He kissed her thighs first, one then the other, and then he dove to her achingly tender flesh.

  The lick was from hole to clit and Breena gasped. She couldn’t do anything but feel and wiggle as his tongue penetrated. It mimicked what his thick cock would do to her. Thought faded as he slid his tongue to her clit, bliss exploded through her body. His teeth squeezed the bud as his hands reached up to play with her tits.

  She could hardly contemplate what he was doing or what he’d do next. The pleasure overwhelmed everything until she could only feel. The orgasm was swift. It rummaged through her body in the form of conquered lust and quickly faded. She was still panting when she glanced down at him. His grin was a cherry on top of the cake orgasm.

  “I could spend forever tasting you.”

  Did the man, fairy, know how he sounded? She wanted to jump him and melt right into his arms. He lowered his head and shoved his tongue inside her. Her head fell back, her nipples screamed from the attention of his fingers and Thame found her clit once again. He suckled and teased until she wanted to scream to the heavens from frustration then he used his palm to finish her off. The relief swarmed her body. Her breath held. Her muscles tensed and a powerful orgasm knocked the doubts right from her mind.

  She was still reeling from the intensity as he lifted her and laid her on the ultra soft blanket before the fire. Her legs fell open and he stared between them transfixed as he removed his jeans.

  Damn, Thame was gorgeous. Every time she saw him naked that same thought surface. He was golden everywhere, hair, skin, wings and then there was his cock. It jutted thick and long from his body like a trophy. The head was slightly red and a vein pressed against the skin on the underside. She wanted to lick that vein for hours. His balls were huge. She could play with those for a few solid hours too. Her body tensed uncontrollably as he knelt before her open legs. She opened her legs further to accommodate his narrow hips.

  Breena closed her eyes. She couldn’t help it,. After twenty-two years of keeping her body safe and to herself she was opening up to a man, a fairy man, her man. She took a deep breath and waited for the inevitable.

  “Open your eyes and watch,” he whispered.

  She took a deep breath and opened them, then leaned slightly forward to see his big dick right near her entrance. The swallow was loud and she shivered. Her toes curled as he grabbed his cock in his hand and pressed the tip to her opening. Another shiver, she couldn’t stop the shaking as he pressed the head inside. It stretched and she pulled away. Obviously, she wouldn’t get far and Thame tugged her closer.

  His palm rubbed against her clit and that wonderful feeling of rapture returned. This time when his penis entered, she remained, her body snuggly tugged on his arousal as he pressed further inside. Pain and pleasure seemed to blend, she watched, unable to look away as his length slowly disappeared within her body.

  Breena screamed, she opened her mouth and let her emotions loose. The pain of those stretching muscles combined with the gratification was an overload to her system. She fell back to the blanket. Her eyes locked shut as Thame grabbed her hips and shoved the rest of the way. She felt stuffed, her body filled to capacity and then he began to thrust.

  His cock p
ulled out to the tip and trudged back into her depths. She gasped, suddenly the pleasure was more. It intensified and she found herself lifting her hips to his thrusts. Pain faded, desire conquered all and Thame moved quicker.

  He groaned, leaned forward to press his bare chest against hers. She could feel every muscle in his body working as his cock slammed into her. His lips found hers, but the kiss was chaste, it was a reassurance as he thrust his thick arousal into her body over and over again.

  Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Her heart pulsed quick behind her chest and the best orgasm of her life burst through her body. This time the scream was loud enough to wake the dead. It came from the deepest part of her soul as pleasure took over every cell in her body.

  She couldn’t move, just laid there stunned as Thame pressed delicate kisses to her face and neck. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and then he grabbed her hips tighter. His cock speared. His mouth fell over her nipple and sucked hard. He growled. His cock felt like it was swelling within her and then he shouted her name. She felt the pulse, the sharp pain as Thame shoved his cock as deep as it could possibly go.

  Then he collapsed atop her with his head against her heart. Breena gasped for breath, her muscles milking every drop of cum from his body as they lay before the roaring fire.

  ****

  Breena stretched her arms into the air, her body sore but a smile lighting her face. The warm presence behind her stirred and placed kisses on her shoulder. Thame’s cock also began to rise. It pressed urgently against her backside.

  “Good morning, my little screamer.”

  She hid her blush by burying her face against his arm. That had been the most romantic, wild night of her life and she couldn’t wait to do it again. She was about to say something flirty or an attempt at sexy when there was a soft knock on the door.

  “Two things are a constant. You are always tripping and we are always getting interrupted,” he muttered as he untangled their limbs and stood.