The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 29 - Paranormal Edition: 11 Steamingly Hot Erotica Books for Women

by Susan Woodward

  Joseph sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and kissed it. His tongue swirled around it in a sensual dance, before flicking across it this way and that. My fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as my excitement became uncontainable.

  “Joseph!” I cried. “Oh! Joseph, that feels so good! Don't stop! Oh, Joseph!”

  My cries of pleasure urged him on as he turned his attention to my other nipple. His tongue repeated its dance and his fingers trailed gently over my wings. The fire that had been growing in my belly finally exploded. I clung to Joseph as my body shook in pleasure.

  When I came to my hands were still shaking but my body felt alive and raw. I wanted more. I wanted the fire in my belly to explode again. Joseph gently lay me on my back. My wings fluttered against the sofa and a new growth of flowers appeared.

  I could feel something hard pressing against my belly as Joseph kissed me. Curiously I reached down and felt the bulge in his pants gently. Joseph moaned and I enjoyed the sound so I continue to pet it.

  Joseph took off his pants and his erection sprang free. It was large and thick. I didn't know what I was supposed to do with it, but Joseph did. He pressed the head of it against the opening of my sex and I gasped. Joseph slowly worked his manhood into my body. It stung at first, but the pain didn't last long. Soon my eyes were rolling back in my head again, because as he entered my body unearthed spots of pleasure that had been undiscovered because of my naivety.

  As he moved in and out of my body I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hips arched up to meet his at the height of every thrust. Joseph's rhythm was slow and steady. I savored every movement wanting it to last forever.

  My wings wrapped protectively around him as we made love. I used their tips to tickle his back and butt. He moaned and it urged me to repeat the action again and again.

  The fire in my belly was close to exploding again and my wings fluttered. Joseph’s back became a field of ever-changing flowers as my climax hit. I was so lost to my pleasure that I barely felt Joseph release his seed.

  A movement in the distance caught my attention and drew me back to the present. The snow fae preparing to take their leave. While I was reminiscing the snow had stopped and the sun was coming out.

  “NO!” I thought to myself. “It can't be time yet.”

  I wasn't ready. I didn't want to leave Joseph, but it was time for me to return to my world. I had to explain to the other summer fae what had happened. I couldn't tell them about Joseph, but I could tell them about the snow. Not wanting to see him grieve I left without saying goodbye. I would be in the fields all summer, and could sneak away to see him in my free time. I was determined not to lose him.

  I ran out to the forest to greet the summer fae. None of them would speak to me. None of them would look at me.

  “Why won't you talk to me?” I demanded.

  My eyes grew huge and my heart raced when I saw the Summer Queen walking out of the tree that acted as a doorway in between the human world and the fae forest.

  “Belladonna, what have you been up to?” She asked.

  Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at me.

  “Nothing, Your Highness.” I said looking down at my feet. “I wanted to see the snow, and I the door closed before I could get through.”

  “And what did you spend the winter doing?” She demanded.

  “Hiding from the snow and the humans.” I lied.

  “Really? Well, that is not a child of the winter fae in your womb!” She declared.

  “What?” I asked. I wasn't sure what she was talking about.

  “You are with child, Belladonna.” She told me. “You can not return to the fae forest this season or the next. You are exiled indefinitely from any contact with the fae, be they of summer or winter. Their eyes will look through you, because you are no longer one of us. The only eyes that will ever fall upon your beauty from this moment on will be those that belong to the human race. Remove yourself from my sight, traitor!”

  I ran away. I was afraid to fly in the forest because it was dense with trees. My heart was racing and tears flowed down my cheeks. I didn't know what she was talking about, but I understood that I had been exiled. What would I do now? Would Joseph still want to be with me? Could he love a woman that would betray her people?

  I returned to the house and hid behind the sofa. When Joseph woke up a few hours later he began to search for me. I listened as he walked from room to room.

  “Belladonna, are you still here?” He called out.

  I almost didn't answer, but he sounded concerned. Slowly I crawled out from behind the sofa and looked up at him. Tears still fell freely down my cheeks. I had never experienced such sorrow in my life. My body quivered as the pain in my heart traveled into every grain of faerie dust I was made of.

  “Are you okay?” He asked me.

  I shook my head violently. My throat felt tight and I couldn't find my voice.

  Joseph picked me up and sat me down gently on the sofa.

  “What happened while I was asleep?” He asked.

  “The winter fae left so I went to out to meet the summer fae.” I sobbed into his chest.

  “Were they okay?” Joseph asked.

  “They were fine, but the queen exiled me.” I said as I clung to him.

  “Slow down. Tell me what happened from the beginning.” He instructed.

  I choked on my tears and sorrow as I explained what had happened. Joseph was quiet while I spoke and when I finished he looked contemplative.

  “Are you angry with me?” I asked when the silence became too much.

  “No, I'm not angry.” Joseph said shaking his head. “But did you say that we're going to have a baby?”

  “I think so.” I nodded.

  Smiling Joseph pulled me into his embrace. His reaction confused me.

  “Don't you understand? I've been exiled!” I said pulling away.

  “I'm sorry, Belladonna.” He said brushing a lock of golden hair out of my face.

  “What am I going to do now?” I asked.

  “You can stay here with me.” Joseph suggested.

  I nodded. I loved Joseph, but somehow his offer didn't ease my pain. I had always known that I couldn't stay with him and stay in the fae forest, but I didn't think it would be so painful to let go of my old life.

  “And do what?” I asked.

  “You can still help me with the farm.” He said.

  “But now the humans can see me!” I protested.

  “We're miles from any other humans, Belladonna. We can make this work.” Joseph told me.

  “Do you really think so?” I asked him.

  “I do.” He said.

  “I love you, Joseph.” I told him.

  It was the first time I had ever spoken those words to anyone. They felt both strange and delicious on my lips.

  “I love you too, Belladonna.” Joseph said.

  His lips brushed across mine and I felt a little better. I knew my heartache wouldn't go away over night, but I hoped it wouldn't last forever. I told myself that I had to focus on Joseph and our baby that was soon to be born.

  I watched from the big picture window as the summer fae brought the fields to life. It was my hope that one day I would find a way to redeem myself and retake my place amongst the fae. The motto of the summer fae is “Never give up hope, until the last of the green is gone.” As long as I can look into Joseph's eyes the green will never be gone.

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  A Lustful Faerie Winter -

  The Birth of the Gatekeeper

  by

  Susan Woodward

  I looked down over my round pregnant belly and giggled. I could no longer see my feet, but what I could see was Joseph's head buried in my secret flower. He lapped at the nectar I produced and my wings fluttered
wildly covering the sofa in a layer of yellow and purple flowers. The colors were those that Joseph had once told me he liked the best. I knew he wasn't paying attention to them, but if he did I knew he would smile.

  My long fingernails dug into the sofa and I moaned as Joseph's tongue probed into my body. A new layer of flowers appeared more quickly than they had before. Since becoming pregnant I had been producing more faerie dust. I've been producing so much that Joseph has begun gathering the flowers, pressing them and making potpourri. It makes me giggle to watch him collecting the tiny dead petals so it doesn't waste my sacred dust.

  I run my fingers through Joseph's thick brown hair and moan again. His warm tongue is dancing with my swollen little nub and it's almost more than I can handle. The heat in my belly is too much and my wings are shaking violently tossing their dust this way and that. Flowers are growing everywhere.

  I toss my head back in pleasure and imagine we're in the middle of a field of wild flowers. My hips wiggle and arch wildly against Joseph's face as I climax. When it's over I'm panting from exertion, but my body wants more. I'm about to tell Joseph that I want to straddle him and feel his length moving inside of me, but movement outside the window catches my attention.

  A single leaf falls from a tree. My contentment fades away as reality creeps back into my mind. The summer fae will be leaving soon and I won't be going with them. Not this time, nor next time. Not ever again. I take a deep breath and try to hold back the tears that threaten. I've cried a lot since my confrontation with the Summer Queen. I can't believe she would banish me forever.

  I've spent most of the summer watching the summer fae at work. A few times I've attempted to greet them, but they don't see me. Joseph tries to make me feel better by having me help him in the garden. I enjoy the work I've grown used to, but miss the company of my own kind. Joseph is my world. I love him. Why is that so hard for the Summer Queen to understand? She's never been in love before, that must be why.

  I look down to where Joseph was and he's not there. I feel his arm slip around me and I look up at him. His eyes are bright green today. Their color always makes me smile.

  “It'll get easier.” He whispers in my ear.

  I bite my tongue to keep from saying what I think. I want to ask Joseph how he would feel if we were at my home, and he would never be able to talk to another human again. I don't ask him, because I know it wouldn't be fair to him. I adore Joseph, but sometimes his lack of understanding annoys me.

  After taking a moment to bite back my angry words I manage to smile at him. I don't say what's on my mind, but I don't lie and tell him I agree. Choosing the middle road makes me feel better.

  “How much longer until our baby comes?” I ask him trying to change the subject.

  “A little more than three months.” He says grinning.

  “Right. When we celebrate the rebirth of the sun.” I say with a bittersweet smile.

  Memories of Yule festivals from back home sweep over me and I know that this year will be the same as last. No celebration of the sun. No watching the sun bloom from a flower and float into the sky. Just gifts. I don't know what gifts have to do with the new sun being born, but Joseph says a lot of humans give gifts around that time. I think it's silly.

  The days pass slowly and finally the summer fae leave and the winter fae arrive. After the exchange is complete I race out into the forest as fast as my pregnant body will move. I don't like how big I'm getting. It makes me feel slow like a slimy slug. I easily find the tree that acts as the doorway between worlds. I try again and again to open it. After awhile I give up and just lay down on the dying grass and sob until I fall asleep.

  Sometime after the sunsets I wake to Joseph calling out my name. Sighing I sit up and call back to him. I try to get up, but find it difficult. I'm stuck sitting on the cold ground until Joseph reaches me and helps me up. My body is numb from the cold and I want to swear like I heard Joseph do when he hit his thumb with the hammer. I don't feel like walking, but don't want to ask Joseph to carry me. I'm too heavy for him. He says I'm not, but he grunts when he picks me up. So I walk back to the house without complaining.

  He sits me in front of the fire-place and brings me a bowl of vegetable stew. I hate human food. It doesn't taste right to me. It was a novelty to me at first, but that long ago wore off. I eat without complaining, because I don't want to upset Joseph. He says I'm moody because of the baby. I told him to shut up or he can carry the next one. He says it doesn't work like that, but I think he just doesn't want to carry a baby.

  I don't watch the winter fae work. I refuse to leave the bed most days and when I do it's only to sit in front of the fire-place. The bigger my belly gets the harder it is to stay warm. It's like the baby is taking all my warmth.

  The days get shorter and the nights get longer. I don't sleep so I sit gazing into the fire as the nights pass. I lose track of the time and it's only marked by whether or not light is coming through the big picture window. I allow my mind to drift into the past. The long lazy warm summer days of my youth dance before my eyes and make me want to cry. A sharp pain in my female parts makes me cry out and lose the scene that I was reliving.

  The pain was short, but hurt more than the bee stings I got from Poppy's long ago practical joke. It passes quickly and I sigh in relief. At first I think it's just another unpleasant part of being pregnant, but it hits again and I yell for Joseph. Tears are falling from eyes and I can't stop them.

  Joseph stumbles out of the bedroom. He moves quickly gathering things and I don't understand why he's getting them. Hot water and towels? That's not going to help me. I'm dying! It hurts too much!

  The pain last for hours and Joseph tells me the baby is coming. I feel like it must be ripping my body apart. That's why the Summer Queen banished me. She didn't want to watch me die. The baby of a human was going to be my death.

  “I love you, Joseph!” I cry out when the pain is at a dull point.

  “I love you too.” He says smiling at me. “The baby will be here soon.”

  I start to say something else, but another pain hits chasing the words from my mind. Another few hours pass and Joseph places our little boy into my arms. I'm sore and tired, but grateful to be alive. I look at the baby and giggle. He looks odd to me, but he has Joseph's forest green eyes and my golden hair. I kiss his forehead as he suckles my breast having his first meal.

  Weeks past and the baby gets bigger, but Joseph won't go inside of me. He insists that it isn't safe for me yet. I wonder if human penises do weird things. How can it not be safe for me? He's put it in my secret spot plenty of times before. I wanted to be with him, and his refusal was making me angry. I wanted to feel his hands everywhere on my body. His lips against my sex. Something! My body was crying out for attention.

  “It's been six weeks since the baby was born.” Joseph told me over breakfast one morning.

  I could feel my eyes light up and my skin went gold just thinking about how it would feel to be touched by Joseph again. My interest in the food left me entirely and I rubbed my legs together in anticipation.

  “Can we go to the bedroom now?” I asked him.

  “You go ahead. I need to finish breakfast. I'm hungry.” Joseph chuckled.

  Not waiting for what he might say next I flew into the bedroom. I could feel my dust trailing behind me leaving a trail of flowers for Joseph to follow. I was only wearing one of Joseph's t-shirts so undressing was quick and easy. While I waited for him I looked my body over in the mirror. It had changed since I conceived little Joey.