“Trillian.”
She suckled, took him deep but couldn’t fit his entire length. Her tongue worked magic and she heard him groan. He called out her name and then Keyn came.
Chapter Fourteen
She wanted to shout to the heavens as the salty flavor sprayed her tongue. Trillian swallowed and suckled while he cried out in absolute bliss. When he fell back against the bed, she smiled and stood.
Trillian pulled her panties off. She tossed them aside and crawled up his scrumptious body. She wasn’t through with him yet. “You still with me?” Trillian asked as she straddled his hips and grinned.
“I can’t believe I...” His head fell back. “I really...”
Trillian laid atop his body and felt his shudder. “I knew you could do it.” She placed a kiss against his neck.
“I feel like I can do anything,” he shouted heartily and flipped Trillian to her back. “You’re amazing.”
“Skills,” she said, laughing.
His wings fluttered. “Fairies do not like to be on their backs. It’s uncomfortable for our wings.”
“Oh.” She reached up and pushed some of his black hair behind his ear.
“Or wet.” Keyn shuffled his wings like a wet dog and water droplets sprayed everywhere.
“Duly noted.” Trillian grinned.
“Thank you.” He placed a hand over her chest. “Thank you.”
Trillian nodded, her lust suddenly replaced with something more concrete, something like love. She reached down and gently gripped his deflated cock. She stroked the soft skin, loving the way his head fell back and his breath quickened. Shifting, she placed the head at her entrance. It spread her slightly and she squeezed her inner muscles. Keyn did the rest. In one smooth thrust, he was inside her, stretching, filling, completing. Trillian grabbed each of his hands and weaved their fingers together. Keyn began to move, slow thrusts, meant to tease and please.
They sure as hell accomplished that.
Trillian was barely containing moans of pleasure. His chest pressed against hers and their hands remained bound. She began to gasp. Jerky movement made her body hover over the edge of an abyss filled with overwhelming pleasure. “Keyn.” She spoke quietly but it echoed in the quiet room. Heavy breathing echoed and her eyes locked with his.
“Trillian.” He kept his eyes open. His hips never stopped their forward motion. Goose bumps formed on his skin, a shiver accompanied each amazing push deep inside her.
She tightened around him. This was more than she could have prepared for. The slow buildup, and then she was thrown over that teetering edge. Trillian came hard. It was so intense she drowned in the gratification. She gasped, filling her lungs with much needed oxygen and Keyn kept pumping, his hips wild, his cock spearing her brutally.
“Trillian!” he called out, groaning as he came. His body quivered violently and he emptied his seed into her. Slowly he fell atop her, their hands still twined, chests heaving and the smell of sex in the air.
She closed her eyes, her body going limp as exhaustion took over. It was totally worth giving Mr. Personality another chance. She grinned, opening her eyes as Keyn rolled off her and landed on his side next to her. “Mmmm.” Trillian rolled to her side, her hand going to his cheek. She traced the scar there. It did mar his natural beauty but it didn’t bother her one bit. She moved his long black hair out of the way, trailing her fingertips down his chest. She found a small oval scar and kissed it.
“Battle with the trolls,” he said, staring at her with an unreadable expression.
Trillian continued on. Under his left pec was a crescent-shaped mark. It traveled down his abdomen and disappeared behind his back.
“That night...” He swallowed hard. “One of the men tried to kill me when they saw my wings. The other convinced him I could be...useful.” Keyn glanced away.
Trillian kissed every inch of the scar before moving lower. She crawled down his body and stared at his cock. Keyn sat up, shifting so she could lie between his spread legs. Even soft, his cock was impressive in girth and width. Trillian traced each scar slowly with a fingertip. The supple flesh beneath her began to stiffen and become a beautifully erotic sight. There was nothing like a man forming an erection. The beauty of it, from flat and dangling to curved and hard, ready to ram. “What did they do?”
Keyn flinched. “They cut my wings up so I couldn’t fly and after they were sated they made me...release and dragged a knife down it.” Each word was forced from his lips.
“Keyn, I wish I could take the memories from you.”
He placed a hand on her head, brushed her hair behind her ear. He started to say something but a sudden yell interrupted their bliss. Trillian sat up as Keyn jumped to his feet.
The queen’s voice could be heard from the very palace and she sounded pissed. Trillian ran to get her clothes. She left her bra and panties then grabbed Keyn who was already dressed. They surged from the messed bed toward the main structure in the kingdom.
When they landed on the glass room balcony, a lamp shattered against the glass. Trillian jerked behind Keyn who took a bold defensive stance.
“It’s not like that, Carrick!” the queen yelled.
“That freak was in our kingdom, near my home. He had his filthy hands on you!”
“This child and I would have been dead if not for him!” Brook countered, livid.
Keyn leaned back and whispered, “I think we’re not needed here.”
“I second that.” Trillian held onto Keyn as they slowly hovered and landed beside the palace’s main door. “Well, that was awkward.”
“Agreed.” Keyn shook his head.
“What’s the deal with Brook and that guy, anyway?”
“Long story.” He walked slowly, the moon faded, and the beginnings of the sunrise lit the cloudy sky.
“So shorten it.” Trillian grabbed his hand and weaved their fingers together.
At first Keyn stiffened but after a few steps he relaxed considerably. “Valen is a Garcanagh. A wingless fairy that has a sole purpose in life to seduce unwilling females with toxins in his skin.”
“Romantic,” Trillian said sarcastically.
“Don’t you ever touch him,” Keyn quickly added. When she nodded, he continued. “He saved Brook when she first came here and took her to his home. We never found out what went on in there, but supposedly, the queen was untouched by his hands. She returned here, we had the ceremony to officially call her queen, and the rest is what you see before you.”
“Yikes.” Trillian knew there was more to the story. Men never get all the facts, even ones with wings. “So, you feeling good still?” She squeezed his hand.
“I’m...better.” He drew out the word. “I do not feel that horrible, gut-wrenching terror when I touch you.”
“Well, gee. Thanks.” Trillian pulled her hand away.
“I did not mean it negatively.”
“Sure.”
“I did not.”
“Prove it. Kiss me.” She grinned, playing him as she lifted her face to his. Keyn leaned down, and though hesitant, he placed his lips against hers. The kiss was chaste and Trillian quickly turned it into a battle of tongues. Both were breathless when they pulled away. “Forgiven,” she said with a smile. They continued walking down the empty path. Pink and purple sunrays lit the way. “Do you think they’ll be okay? Brook and Carrick?”
“I do not know. Time will tell or the quick death of a Garcanagh.”
“Oh, violent.”
“Speaking truth,” Keyn added then he grasped her hand and held it. “I take it back.”
“What?”
“What I said when we first met. I do care about you. Trillian, I want you as my mate.”
She smiled, wide and genuine. “Well, I’ll think about it.” He picked her up and spun her around, and when her laughing finally stopped, Keyn took her into the sky. They flew higher and higher with the clouds forming around them and the kingdom slowly disappearing beneath.Apart they were shattere
d but together they were unbroken.
The End
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