by Twyla Turner
“I love you, Immy,” Rafe spoke softly and sincerely. My heart pounded in my chest at hearing those cherished three words for the first time.
“I haven’t heard anyone say that to me in over a year.” I took a deep breath and said what had been there in my heart for a while. “I love you too, Rafe.”
The look of happiness that spread across his face was worth the fear of baring my soul. He bent down and kissed me senseless once more. I was certainly getting closer and closer to jumping his bones with every kiss we shared. But I didn’t have much time to dwell on going further before he made the decision for me.
Rafe pushed up and off of me. He quickly hopped up on his feet and held out his hands to help me off the ground. I took his hands, and he pulled me up gently.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Rafe took a deep and calming breath. “We should go gather with the others. They’re probably wondering why we’re not celebrating with them.”
My chest still rose and fell heavily as I tried to catch my breath from that last kiss. I didn’t say a word to him. I just stared at him and bit my bottom lip, to keep from blurting out that I wouldn’t mind more. He gazed back at me, his imprints had turned midnight blue with the depth of his passion. And then he turned away from me.
“I can’t even look at you right now,” he practically growled.
“Why?” The single word came out all husky and breathy, which sounded nothing like me.
“Because if I do, I’ll probably end up tossing you down on the grass and having my way with you.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to say, “I wouldn’t mind.” But I held back. Though waiting was getting harder and harder every day that I was around him. Not that I had anything to feel guilty for now. We were technically married in some strange Empyrean faeryland way. And we’d just exchanged ‘I love yous.’ So now the anticipation grew between us. The sexual tension felt so thick, it could be cut like butter.
Rafe took my hand and led me out from under the willow and towards our friends gathered together to celebrate our victory and my birthday. My virginity saved to live another time.
Chapter 36
Rafe
A giant boar roasted on a spit above a roaring fire as we walked into the jovial gathering. The elves had been busy since the battle was won and I had announced Immy’s birthday.
The festivities were being held just outside of the unicorns’ home, since there were so many of us. The unicorns, elves, and the other faeries milled about talking animatedly. I saw Daegan and his lady chatting to themselves. The elves started playing music and I watched as Valen danced with one of his more attractive female warriors.
Saffi and Rae ran up to us and snatched Immy away from me. She looked back at me with a coy smile as our fingers slid apart. The girls had made her a swirling crown of flowers and they placed it on top of her head. Then they wrapped her wild curls around it, creating some pretty little updo with a few tendrils hanging loose that blew in the breeze.
She looked gorgeous. But then again, she always did as far as I was concerned. Just remembering how she looked in the middle of the private pool bathing had me inconspicuously adjusting my pants. She had looked like a sea nymph and I’d gotten rock hard the moment I’d laid eyes on her. I couldn’t have stopped myself from stripping down and joining her, even if I wanted to. And I definitely didn’t want to.
Thinking about her falling apart in my arms as she orgasmed, had me striding over to her and pulling her towards the other dancers on the temporary dance floor. I spun her into my arms and pulled her tight against me. Immy’s eyes widened at the feel of my erection pressing against her stomach. I wanted her with every fiber of my being. Holding back all day had me nearly vibrating with need.
I leaned down and rested my forehead against hers. I could see my imprints undulate in the reflection of her bright amber eyes. I clenched my teeth together, flexing my jaw as I breathed in her flowery scent. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to take deep calming breaths.
“Immy…” I couldn’t even continue.
I felt her hands on my face, light as a feather. Then her lips gently grazed mine.
“I know,” Immy said, obviously reading my thoughts. “Soon…”
She stepped away from me and walked over to talk to Daegan and Kaya. It was for the best, because I knew if I touched her a second longer or tasted her one more time, I’d drag her to a private spot and ravish her from head to toe. Besides, I knew she needed a decent meal after her ordeal.
I kept my distance from Immy, letting her mingle with her friends and eating her fill. But my eyes never left her for very long. Which apparently hadn’t went unnoticed.
“I don’t think anyone is going to snatch her up, my friend.” Valen teased as he walked up to me.
“After what happened with the imps and gryphons at your castle, I’m not so sure.” I shot back.
“Touché,” Valen grinned.
“She really is a lovely girl. You’re a lucky man, Rafe.” Valen patted my back as we both looked at her through the flames of the bonfire.
Immy must have felt our eyes on her and she glanced up. She immediately flushed with embarrassment at being stared at. I watched her stand and excuse herself from the conversation she had been having with Saffi and Rae. She headed towards us and the sway of her hips caused my mouth to salivate.
“She’s walking with some purpose. So I’ll leave you to it.” Valen chuckled before walking away to give us privacy.
Immy stopped with just a few inches between us. The look in her eyes when she looked up at me nearly stopped my heart. Nearly. I knew it was still beating, because it pumped blood straight to my aching manhood. I’d been in a constant state of arousal for hours and was ready to burst with my need for my lifemate.
“I’m ready,” Immy said softly. Her voice carried a slight husky and sultry tone to it. My cock jumped at the sound.
“To go to bed?” I asked, not wanting to jump to conclusion. Though I prayed for that conclusion.
“I guess you could call it that,” she responded with a sweet sideways smile.
She took my hand and started guiding me towards the entrance to the unicorns’ guarded home. A unicorn guard was standing sentry at the entranceway. He touched his horn to the vines and they unraveled, letting us through.
I remained silent as I let her guide me to our temporary lodgings underneath a beautiful purple glowing willow. We slipped through the hanging vines and Immy turned around to face me. She let go of my hand and reached back to untie her corset. The garment fell to the grass floor and I swallowed. Hard.
“Immy, you don’t-”
“Shh… Are we not technically married now?” She asked as she reached for the waistband of her leather pants.
“Well…yes.”
“Isn’t it a custom here as well as on Earth to give yourself to your new husband and wife the day you become one?”
The pants dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She now stood in nothing but her white shirt that barely passed her most intimate place.
“Y-Yes,” I stammered.
“Well then, I think it’s time. I’m ready and tired of waiting.” She stepped closer to me, leaving only an inch between us. “Today you showed me how beautiful I am and now I feel lit up from the inside out.” She shrugged. “And I just want to share it with someone I love.”
I gripped her face in my hands and our mouths collided in a frenzy of lips, teeth, and tongues. My teeth bit at her lips. My tongue flicked against hers. My lips found her cheeks, her eyelids, her neck, etc. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I clutched at her shirt and pulled it up and whipped it over her head. My fingers traced down her shoulders and arms to her hands. They found her wide hips and gently squeezed the soft flesh of her waist as they moved up. They traveled up her ribcage and found the heavy curve of the underside of her luscious breasts. They were tipped a light dusky brown with a few smattering
s of freckles to decorate them. I knelt down and took one of the soft peaks into my mouth. Immy’s soft cry reached my ears as she clutched my hair tightly. I swirled my tongue around her areola and her hips pumped towards me. I kissed my way across her sternum and found the other peak that had pebbled in anticipation. I tasted her and Immy’s knees buckled. I quickly wrapped my arms around her to catch her, and then slowly eased her to the ground.
I brought my mouth to hers again and kissed her softly as my hand stroked down her skin. I released Immy’s mouth and my eyes followed my hand as it passed over her rises and valleys. Her body was stunning. All soft and lush and smooth. My hand rested on her plush thigh and moved towards the thatch of hair that had caught my eye.
At the V of her legs, Immy had a triangle of soft red curls. I kissed my way down her body, single-mindedly headed for what I really wanted. I wanted to taste her. To find out if she tasted as good as I imagined.
“Rafe!” Immy gasped out as I reached her most private spot, my breath fanning across her damp skin.
I could see how wet she was on her soft folds. I situated myself between her legs, careful not to lie fully on my painfully engorged erection. I spread her pretty arousal swollen lips and gently licked up her cleft. I moaned deep in my throat as she cried out and bucked against my mouth. She tasted just as I thought. Like the sweetest confection with the slightest tang. I was instantly addicted. I gripped her hips and kissed and tongued at her quim passionately. I latched onto her clit, circling, swirling, flicking, and softly licking it.
Immy’s fingers found my hair and she held on for dear life as she rolled her hips up to my mouth. Little wails and cries escaped through her parted lips. The sexy sounds made my cock weep precum and made me grateful that the party was going on loudly into the night.
I lapped gently at her nub and swirled my tongue around the hardened flesh and suddenly Immy drew up and tightened like a bow string. Quickly, my hand shot up to her mouth just in time as I caught her scream of release. Her nectar exploded on my tongue with her climax and she bucked against my mouth frantically. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and I tattooed it onto my memory forever. Hundreds of years from now, I wanted to pull up this memory to think of fondly.
Unable to hold back any longer, I swiftly sat up and unbuttoned my vest. Immy sat up and ripped my shirt over my head once I’d removed the vest. The passion in her eyes had reignited, as if she hadn’t just orgasmed seconds before. I undid my pants and Immy helped me push them down my hips and thighs and I kicked them the rest of the way off. My cock was as hard as it had ever been my entire life and jutted out towards her, as if it was seeking her out.
Immy leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the angry purple tip, collecting the drops of fluid there and I jerked in reaction.
“No! Don’t, Immy. I’d never last,” I panted.
She pouted slightly as I crawled towards her, making her fall back to lie on the soft glowing grass.
“Next time,” I grinned.
I rested my hips between her thighs. Immy bit her bottom lip in nervous anticipation. I had to admit that I was nervous too. I’d never had sex either and I prayed that I’d please her more than hurt her.
I raised her left leg to rest against my chest and shoulder, opening her up to be able to take more of me. I caressed my hand over her smooth leg and looked down at her, awaiting permission. Unable to speak, Immy nodded her head shakily. I positioned my smooth tip at her entrance. I rubbed it back and forth over her still saturated entrance, coating my length with her slick cream to ease my way. I dipped in shallowly until I felt her barrier. I placed my arm on the ground beside her head to brace myself. I leaned over Immy and kissed her hard as I pulled out and thrust back in past her hymen. She grunted into my mouth and her whole body trembled from the pain.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” I chanted as I kissed her all over her face.
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she reassured me.
“I love you, Immy.”
“I love you too, Rafe.” She looked at me with adoration and I was lost. “You’re imprints are going crazy right now.”
“Are they?” I breathed out, trying not to go cross-eyed from the feeling of her wrapped around me.
“Yeah, they’re soul-surging, but faster than normal.”
“It’s probably because you feel like heaven right now.” I said as I finally started moving again.
I stroked out and plunged back in. Immy gripped my arms and her eyes widened in shock as a gasp exploded past her lips.
“Does that feel better now?”
“God, yes!”
“Good.”
I wrapped my hand behind her neck pulling her up for a kissing as I rolled my hips into her over and over again. Immy matched me thrust for thrust. I released her neck, breaking the kiss. My mouth found other things to keep it busy. I laved at her tight little nipples with my wet, seeking tongue. My hand found its way between out straining and thrusting bodies. I circled my thumb around her clit and I felt her walls flutter around me.
I sat back on my haunches and lifted her other leg to rest against my torso. With one arm, I wrapped my hand around her thighs, holding her to me. The other hand continued its sweet torture on her distended clit. I swiveled my hips on every inward pump. Within the circle of my arms, I felt Immy’s legs start to shake uncontrollably. Her soaked channel contracted around me. And her breasts quivered. This time I wasn’t able to cover her mouth as her climax peaked.
“Rafe!”
She cried out my name so passionately that it ripped my orgasm from me and my spine tingled as jet after jet of semen spilled from me to coat her walls. My hips jerked and shuddered with my release. Finally I collapsed on top of Immy. I was worried that I was crushing her, but she wrapped her arms around me and gripped me tightly to her.
“My God!”
“Exactly!”
I eased out of her tender flesh and pulled her to me. My front to her back. The last couple of days had been stressful and sleepless. So it wasn’t long before we both drifted off to sleep. Immy within the tight circle of my arms.
Chapter 37
Imogen
I woke up before the sun rose. I slowly lifted my head off of Rafe’s chest. The purple vines under which we had stayed for the night glowed softly still and cast a pretty light over his face. His imprints were glowing cobalt and they undulated gently, like a calm day at sea. I softly brushed my hand against his cheek, careful not to wake him. At my touch, his imprints changed colors, and I smiled. Last night, had been one of the most amazing nights of my life.
I would’ve very much liked to make love a couple more times, but after my harrowing couple of days and lack of sleep for both of us, we’d passed out. Just looking at his naked body stretched out, had me thinking completely impure thoughts. My brain going straight to the gutter and my body responded in kind. My heart pounded, my body shivered, and my sex flexed in memory. Luckily, I didn’t feel guilty about my thoughts and traitorous body, seeing as how we were technically married by Empyrean standards.
I eased out of his embrace and crawled over to my clothes. I slipped on my shirt and grabbed my satchel. I reached inside and pulled out the golden chalice. Quietly, I slipped out through the vines and padded barefoot to the lake. I knelt down at the water’s edge and dipped the cup in the water. Then I quickly splashed water over my thighs and still tender labia to clean away our lovemaking from the night. After I was clean, I lifted the golden cup of water and hesitantly brought the cup up to my lips and took a sip of the cool liquid.
Nothing happened at first. I didn’t feel any different. Nothing seemed any different. Then I felt a rush of energy flow through my blood. As I let the sensation blast through me, I realized that I felt better than I ever had in my entire life.
“There you are,” Rafe said as he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
It was so unexpected, and I was so startled by his sudden appearance that I reacted before I
could stop myself. I reached back, grabbed his upper arm and tossed him over my body like a ragdoll, sending him several feet before he hit the ground. And I didn’t even spill a drop of water from the chalice that was still in my other hand.
Once I realized that it was Rafe and that I wasn’t in any danger, I dropped the special cup and smacked my hands over my mouth in shock. I ran over to where Rafe was lying with the wind knocked out of him.
“Shit! Oh my God, Rafe! I’m so sorry!” I kneeled down to help him up. “You scared me. I didn’t realize it was you, and I’d just drank from the chalice. And well, it obviously works.” I cringed.
“Well, that certainly made me feel a bit less like a man.” He joked as he sat up. His pride was obviously bruised.
“I’m sorry!” I said again.
“Don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” He shook his head as if trying to clear it. “Well, at least we know that the chalice works.”
I got up and ran over to where I’d left the cup. I refilled it with water and walked it over to him. “I wanna know if it works for everyone. I’m pretty sure we’ll all need some extra strength going into this next battle.” I suggested as I handed him the cup.
I watched as Rafe took a drink and we waited. After a few moments, Rafe squeezed his fist tightly as if testing his newfound strength. He must have felt it like I had. He hopped up easily and walked over to one of the boulders that surrounded the lake. He placed his arms around either side of it and lifted it up as if it was fake. Then he placed it back in its original spot. Rafe turned back to me and grinned brightly.
“I guess it will work for everyone,” he commented.
“Sweet!” I exclaimed, happy that everyone would get a fair advantage. “Do you feel better now? Like a man again?” I teased him.
“Picking up a thousand pound boulder definitely has helped.” He smirked.
“Good. Now let’s go tell the others and start getting ready to head out. The mermaids need us.” I announced.
