Sassy Faerie Princess_Sassy Ever After

by Nicole Austin

  “Brady, now,” Trevor growled, making eye contact over her shoulder.

  The devious gleam in his lover’s eyes should have warned Trevor of the torture to come. Brady allowed only the head of Trevor’s cock to press within the paradise of Serena’s tight channel. In their current position, he didn’t have the leverage necessary to take control. Still, Trevor attempted to exert enough counter pressure to pull her down over him.

  “Please,” Serena hissed. “More.”

  At this rate Trevor would come before he even managed to get all the way inside her. His cock throbbed, balls tightening against his body. Her muscles spasmed, squeezing his crown, and his hips bucked, gaining an inch.

  Finally, Brady let go, and Serena slammed down over his cock, seating him fully, the head butting up against her cervix, making her scream in bliss. The bastard only permitted her a moment to adjust to Trevor’s size before lifting her until her opening barely kissed his crown again.

  “Christ, Brady. You’re killing me!”

  Thankfully, Trevor and Brady were too absorbed in seduction to question their clothing practically disappearing. Her all-consuming longing had sparked her magic, and she couldn’t stop herself from melting away the barriers between them. Rapture overtook her as Trevor sucked her nipples and Brady relentlessly teased. The shock and rush of pleasure at being dropped down onto Trevor’s cock in one fell swoop nearly had her orgasming.

  Sex with Brady was good. Sex with both men…pure ecstasy.

  Brady’s tongue traced the edge of her ear until he reached the lobe then sucked the tender flesh into his mouth. She cried out at the sharp bite of his teeth, which created goose bumps on her skin. His continuous verbal byplay seduced her mind and drew her under his spell, while each stroke of Trevor’s thick cock stretched her wider, filled her deeper than ever before.

  “Squeeze Trev tight, Rena. Let him feel every ripple of your sweet muscles milking his big cock. Feel your honeyed cream easing the way,” Brady whispered against her ear then took a deep breath. “God, your scent is driving me crazy.”

  She’d never heard Brady say so much at one time, but she couldn’t hold on to the thought. The two men worked together, directing her body, both focused on her pleasure, driving her toward a dazzling pinnacle. It was everything she’d dreamed of and so much more.

  “Let go,” Trevor ordered, and she could sense Brady’s reluctance. After a few slow, agonizing thrusts, his hands left her waist, turning over control.

  She wasn’t sure if Brady’s devilish hands being free to roam her body were a good thing or not. Warm fingers traced her spine then dipped down between her ass cheeks, which Trevor held spread open. A thick fingertip circled the tight rosebud and teased the receptive ring until it bloomed for him. Brady’s other hand slipped farther down between their legs. From the sound of Trevor’s moan, she figured Brady must be stroking his balls.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” Brady praised, thrusting a finger slicked with her own juices into her back channel. “One day soon, both of us will fuck you at the same time, filling your pussy and this tight ass.”

  Oh, feck. Yes, she wanted that. Wanted the three of them to share everything possible.

  Once again, Trevor’s lips closed over her nipple and sucked firmly, drawing her flesh into his warm mouth. He shafted her deep, hard and fast. Their thighs slapped together on each thrust, the hairs on his legs tickling her skin. His fingers flexed, sinking into her bottom with each movement.

  “Fuck him good. He needs you.” Brady’s breath and whispered words against neck heated her blood. Her back slid against his sweat-slicked chest in a sensual caress. So many wonderful sensations consumed her senses. All Serena could do was ride the heavenly waves of rapture. It was so much, too much, and yet not enough. She’d never get enough.

  “Oh, yes,” she cried as Brady thrust a second finger into her ass, both men filling her, overtaking Serena, binding them together.

  Their barrage on her overwhelmed senses continued, driving everything else from her mind. She orgasmed with a choked scream, the men drawing her stunning release into themselves, magnifying her delight to dazzling, all-consuming heights. She knew from this point on, she’d never be complete without both of her generous lovers by her side.

  “I’m yours,” she whispered as Trevor and Brady brought her slowly back down, tenderly stroking and caressing her sated body. “All yours.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Serena was having the time of her life, days passing quicker than she realized. Soon, spring gave way to the warmth and sunshine of summer.

  She basked in Trevor and Brady’s love and this world full of extraordinary delights, such as zooming across a ginormous lake in a speedboat and a machine on the kitchen counter that browned bread. Unfortunately, not all of her discoveries were good.

  Having watched Brady use the microwave, she decided it didn’t appear difficult and used it to prepare a meal for her men. She stepped away to set the table, and, quickly returning to Flirt’s insistent woofing, she found smoke billowing out of the device. In a panic to save the food, she struggled to pry it open. The infernal thing would not give way. She battled with it until a horrible skull-piercing wail drove her to her knees.

  Crouching on the floor, hands covering her ears, she stared in awe as Brady raced into the room. He pulled free the black line tethering the microwave to the wall, grabbed a red cylinder from under the sink, and sprayed white foam over the flames that had erupted.

  He yelled something to her, but the wailing drowned out his words, making them sound garbled and far away. Turning, Brady dragged a chair to the center of the room, climbed up on top, and pulled apart a white disk connected to the ceiling. Even after the terrible noise stopped, her ears rung and should couldn’t understand Brady’s urgent words. Next thing she knew, the world spun and she hung over Brady’s shoulder as he raced outside the house, saving her life.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, trying to pry her from him.

  She continued to hold on tight, crying as a barrage of emotions assaulted her. Love, joy, and fear mingled, overwhelming her.

  Goddess, how she loved both her men, who were as different as night and day. Serious and calm, tender and protective, Trevor was a bright light that made her feel safe, warm and loved. Brady, on the other hand, was the definition of contraction. Wild and passionate, he’d be aloof one moment and engaging the next.

  “Shhh,” Brady cooed. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

  Her heart frantically flipped around in her chest, like the somersaults Abby enjoyed performing. The sudden, shocking realization of what happened knocked her for a loop.

  She’d fallen ass over wings in love with Trevor and Brady. When had that happened? How?

  While she ached to bind herself to her men, Serena couldn’t take that step. Not without first revealing her true form and making them believe in both her and faefolk. From Trevor’s reaction to the few things she’d shared, she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

  She held on to Brady desperately tighter, his palm rubbing soothing circles on her back. He and Trevor had become her everything, but they were human. They would grow old, die, and leave her. How could she survive their loss and manage to live out her days alone?

  The answer lay in Fae magic, but only the queen possessed the power to make her mortal. Considering that she’d defied Marina’s rules by leaving Fae, Serena would likely be punished by the queen, not rewarded. If she returned to Fae for help, she’d be locked up and never see her men again.

  No. Serena would stay and enjoy the years they had together. When her men departed this world, she would have fond memories to keep her spirit alive. She’d make it be enough.

  Eventually, she calmed enough to let go. Brady set her down and pressed a sweet kiss to her cheek.

  “I’m going to air out the kitchen. Stay out here for a while.”

  She nodded and went about caring for the plants, which flourished under her attention. Unr
olling the hose, she sprayed water over them, lost to her thoughts.

  Reaching over her shoulder, she absently scratched at the skin where her wings itched to emerge. The temptation to extend them for just a moment or two was overwhelming, but she kept them safely cloaked beneath her magic.

  A few minutes later when Brady approached, Serena sighed in relief at having resisted. He wrapped his arms around her and playfully kissed her neck.

  “Wanna go for a ride?”

  His question had her lips parting in a wide smile. Brady loved the effect his big vibrating machine had on her, stimulating her to orgasm and turning her into a charged bundle of sexual energy. They could go somewhere new or nowhere at all, the result would be the same, and he’d take full advantage of her heightened arousal.

  “Yes,” she purred. “Please!”

  As Brady parked the bike before a small shop, Serena was coming down from her second orgasm. Taking her hand, he led her inside where everyone seemed to know him and called out friendly greetings.

  A large, bald man appeared from behind a curtain, a broad grin on his ruggedly handsome face. Brady clasped his hand, and they thrust their chest together in a masculine version of a hug.

  “Ready for another tat? Or maybe a piercing?” the man asked.

  “Nope, not me this time, Tiny.” Turning, Brady grabbed Serena and pulled her in close to his side, tucking her under his arm. “This is Serena,” he said. “Rena, Tiny.”

  Tiny nodded her way. “Wuz up?”

  Not knowing how to respond, she was relieved when Brady spoke.

  “I want to see if we can tempt her with a clitoral hood piercing.”

  The relief didn’t last. Serena froze as fear sliced through her. A clitoral hood piercing? Somehow, that didn’t sound fun and tempting but rather frightening. She’d been fascinated by Brady’s piercings until he explained how they were done.

  Tiny shot a questioning glace at Brady. “You switch teams or something? Start batting for the other side? Where the hell is Trevor?”

  Brady’s hearty laughter filled the small shop. “Trevor’s fine. We’re fine. We’ve just made a beautiful new addition to the mix.”

  Tiny rubbed a hand over his smooth head and gave Serena a thorough once over. Starting at the tips of her toes, his assessing glance moved upward until reaching the top of her head. He seemed to consider her for a long moment then stuck out his hand and graced her with a dazzling, if lecherous, smile.

  “Welcome, sexy,” he said, taking her smaller hand in his and giving it a firm shake. “Come on in the back and we’ll see if the two of us can’t charm you a bit,” he teased, winking at her.

  Brady turned to follow the man, but Serena couldn’t move, her feet rooted to the floor. Turning, Brady pulled her in close, rubbed her back soothingly, and whispered in her ear. “It’s okay, baby. Just hear what Tiny has to say then you can make a decision. He may be big as a bear, but he’s gentle as a kitten.”

  She allowed Brady to guide her down the hallway to a private room. Silver countertops sparkled under bright lights and held an array of mysterious equipment. In the center rested a plush leather chair that Tiny swiveled to face her.

  Rolling a small stool close to the chair, Tiny motioned for Serena to sit down. She felt apprehensive of what would happen and held tight to Brady’s hand. He held the chair still as she slid into it and remained standing at her side.

  “What do you know about clitoral piercings?” Tiny asked.

  “N-nothing,” she stammered.

  The man shot Brady a stern glance. “Didn’t you prepare her at all?”

  A sheepish grin crossed his dark face, and he lowered his chin a bit. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

  “Shit, you moron!” Once again, Tiny stroked a big hand over his bald head. “A clit piercing isn’t the kind of thing you just spring on a woman.”

  Shaking his head, Tiny rolled forward until her stretched-out legs were between his. A blast of heat washed over her at his closeness. He laid a hand on her knee and began a most embarrassing discussion of the clitoris, its anatomy and function. Serena felt heat flood her face and neck, certain she’d turned red.

  Undisturbed, Tiny launched into a discussion of the benefits of piercing the clitoral hood, from the esthetically pleasing jewelry to the sexual connotations. “When Brady or Trevor tug on the piercing or slide it over your clit, the pleasure is going to blow your mind.”

  While Brady’s piercings fascinated her and made him hiss with dark sexual need, Serena wasn’t sure about putting jewelry in her body.

  Removing a large photo album from a nearby table, Tiny showed her shocking close-up pictures of women with the piercing. Viewing at such intimate photos of women she didn’t know was strange, but it also brought a rush of excitement. Her breasts swelled, nipples beading against the thin fabric of her top. An unexpected wave of arousal hit her hard as a warm trickle of cream glided over her sex.

  Her breathing accelerated, and it became difficult for Serena to concentrate as he explained in explicit step-by-step detail what was involved in piercing the clitoral hood. She hadn’t realized her grip on Brady’s hand had tightened until he gave her a gentle, reassuring squeeze. By the time Tiny finished explaining, Serena was sure a damp spot darkened her shorts, and the musky scent of her arousal hung in the air around them.

  Feck, could she do this? Expose herself to this stranger and allow him to puncture her most tender flesh with a sharp instrument? Everything he’d told her about the increased sexual stimulation made her want to agree to the procedure, but the idea of the pain involved gave her pause.

  “I’ll leave you two alone to talk and make a decision.” Tiny left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

  “What do you think, baby?” Brady asked almost immediately, boyish excitement filling his features.

  “I’m frightened but intrigued.” She took a long look into his dark eyes. “Would this make you happy? Give you pleasure?”

  His stunning smile brightened even more. “Christ, Serena, it’s a major turn on. Just imagine Trevor or me licking you and tugging on the bar with our teeth. And when we fuck you, it will rub that little bundle of nerves as we thrust deep into your pussy.”

  He visibly shivered.

  “So this would give all of us pleasure?”

  He grinned. “More than you can imagine. Think about how it drives me wild when you or Trevor play with the piercing in my cock. It’ll be the same for you,” he said in a husky tone.

  “Okay.” Oh, feck. She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. “I’ll do it for all of us, then.”

  Brady’s dazzling smile was worth any amount of pain she may face.

  Quickly becoming overwhelmed by the wide variety of jewelry available, Serena let Brady pick the one he liked most, a gold curved barbell with small green gems in the balls on each end. Heart lodged in her throat, unable to speak, she merely nodded.

  Tiny handed her a gown to dress in, and both men left the room. She had no idea why. Brady had seen and touched every part of her body, and Tiny would soon be touching her pussy. Her fingers shook a bit, nerves getting the better of her as she tied the straps on the gown and slid off her shorts as instructed.

  Too anxious to sit in the chair, she instead paced the small room until the men came back. Tiny took her hand and guided her into the chair where he’d placed a blue absorbent cloth, then spent several minutes rubbing some warmth back into her cold hands.

  When she began to relax, he reclined the chair, ready for this new adventure. After placing two metal rods into position, he spread her legs wide and strapped them in place, explaining that would prevent the normal reaction of closing her legs against the pain.

  Pulling a rolling light over, Tiny positioned it to shine down on her bare pussy, warming her flesh, and she couldn’t help the sexual thrill running through her. She felt vulnerable and exposed yet turned on at the same time.

  Brady pulled over a chair and sa
t next to her, twinging their fingers together and holding on tight. Desire and anticipation filled his dark gaze, which locked on the juncture of her thighs.

  After thoroughly scrubbing and drying his hands, Tiny donned gloves and returned to his spot between her spread legs. He kept a professional manner, but she could tell he was not unaffected. He lost his place in his running dialogue several times, seeming to be distracted by the sight of her bare, glistening sex.

  He swiped a cold antiseptic over her heated folds, and a sudden chill skittered across her skin, creating goose bumps. The sensation contrasted to the warmth of his hands through the gloves, reminding her of when Brady licked her pussy with ice in his mouth.

  There was no way to stop the vivid images flying through her mind with the big man sitting between her legs, his face close enough warm breath washed over her. She imagined his shiny head leaning forward and his tongue making broad sweeps along the side of her swollen clit.

  When Brady or Trevor loved her with their mouths, she couldn’t help clutching their hair in her fingers, directing them where she wanted. Tiny didn’t have any hair, but she could picture herself holding him in place by his ears as he lapped at her sex.

  She shook off the idea. She didn’t want Tiny, it was the situation that had her on edge and needy.

  Brady must have had similar sexual thoughts. His breathing grew heavy, and his eyes became heavy-lidded. She focused on the tip of his tongue sliding over his lips when Tiny put the needle guide under her hood, stretching the skin shielding her clit, and positioned the clamp.

  Oh, feck. The pressure of the metal instruments created blistering hot shockwaves, which radiated through her entire body. Not quite pleasure or pain, but a delightful combination of the two. Her toes curled up, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.

  Both men seemed to notice her sensual distress at the same time.

  “Fuck,” Brady cursed. “You’re so hot, Rena.”