A Sprite's Tale (novella) (3 page)

I curled my fingers around his ankles, gripping him hard in an effort to stay exactly where I was. My thighs parted farther, opening my drenched sex more to his mouth. I heard him groan as he lapped at my juices, a sound low, raw and hungry. I knew how he felt. His cock filled my mouth with such perfection. I took it as deep as I could, wanting to feel its entire length and girth with my tongue. Pre-cum oozed from its tip, salty and sweet at once, and for some reason images of snow crystals flittered through my pleasure-fuzzy mind. I moaned and plunged my mouth farther down his shaft, tracing the engorged veins ribboning its length with my tongue until I came to his balls.

Another groan rumbled in Nick’s chest. I felt it in my belly and sex. The vibrations rippled through me, set every fibre of my being on fire. Wet pulses of tension claimed my pussy, radiating deep into my core — a wanton centre Nick’s tongue seemed determined to plunder.

By the Elf Lord, I’d never had my sex fucked so thoroughly with just a mouth. The realisation made me quiver and my wings beat like mad. If this feeling of absolute rapture was the result of
just
his mouth, how would the massive organ in
my
mouth make me feel?

I had to know. Now.

I made to move to disengage from the inverted sixty-niner, but Nick’s teeth stopped me. They nipped my clit. Pain exploded in my sex. Sweet, glorious, exquisite pain. Ribbons of pain that made me cry out and flooded my sex with cream. Oh, yes.

There is a very fine line between pleasure and pain but it is rarely crossed with such delicious intent. Nick’s teeth claimed my clit with the absolute correct amount of pressure and purpose. My body reacted — explosively. A gush of hot tension surged through my core and I arched backward, my spine bowing into a severe U that thrust my hips and sex harder to Nick’s face.

The brutal — and utterly unexpected — orgasm consumed me. I screamed, the sound ripping through the rainforest, silencing all but one lone kookaburra. My wings had never beat so hard, my sex had never constricted so forcefully. Pure currents of unadulterated pleasure possessed me and my body didn’t know what to do.

So it did this…it shimmered into visibility.

At the exact moment, my fevered, sensation-overloaded mind stopped communicating with the lantana and released Nick’s wrists and ankles.

The vines holding me prisoner whipped away, retracting back into the dense undergrowth of the surrounding bush. I was free. But I didn’t care, because hovering before me — her wonderfully sweet sex still pressed to my mouth, iridescent wings a blur of color — was my captor. My bushland sprite.

My
bushland sprite?

The possessive pronoun barely registered in my brain. I was totally and utterly fixated on the creature before me, the female who’d made my body feel like it was a thrumming charge of raw electricity.

Luminous copper-red hair tumbled about her head, spilled down her bowed back, almost a living entity in itself. Her pale flesh seemed to glow, highlighting the perfect structure of her lithe body, a body still at right angles to mine.

I grabbed her hips with my now free hands, holding her. Imprisoning her. I was free of her vines, but I wasn’t free of her. Not at all. I should have pushed her away and returned to the beach, but I didn’t.

I did not want to round-up reindeer and deliver presents. Not even close.

I wanted to see her face, her eyes, as I plunged my cock into her sex.

I wanted to make her scream that melodic, musical scream of release again as I fucked her like I’d never fucked a being in my life.

Wanted to and was going to.

With a savage action, I flipped her over. It was a risky move. Her wings were still beating. She could shoot away from me the moment my hands lost contact with her warm, smooth flesh, but something told me she wouldn’t.

And she didn’t. Instead, bare feet mere inches from the ground, wings a rainbow blur, hair a fire-red halo about her delicate heart-shaped face, she stared at me with eyes the color of new holly leaves…and captured my mouth with hers.

I tasted myself on her lips and tongue. I knew she tasted her own pleasure on mine. The small whimper in the back of her throat when her tongue met mine told me so. As did the way she pressed her sublimely naked body to mine, her small but exquisite breasts crushing against my sweat-slicked chest, her smooth mon grinding against my throbbing, pulsing, aching cock.

Her arms slid around my neck and she buried her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer into her ravenous kiss. Our teeth clicked, our tongues mated and fresh hot blood surged into my already rigid shaft.

I lifted my hands — my free hands — from her hips. Cupped one over her left breast and squeezed her perfectly formed ass with the other. Her nipples puckered and I pinched the left one between my knuckles, reveling in its rock-hard response. The desire to close my lips and teeth around that nub of eager flesh almost stopped my heart and I groaned into her mouth.

As if she knew what I so hungered for, she broke the kiss, staring deeply into my
eyes. ‘Please,’ she murmured. Her fingers knotted in my hair and she tugged my head to her chest, arching her back so her breasts thrust up to meet my mouth.

I took her nipple between my lips, drew it deeply past my teeth. Laved it with my tongue. She arched against me, her wings beating against my hand on her ass like gossamer whips. The sensation was wild. Erotic. I suckled harder on her nipple and mauled her butt, kneading the toned muscles until my fingers brushed the tight hole between each cheek. She whimpered again and writhed in my hold. ‘By the Elf Lord.’

Her cry sent my pulse flying. Sprites
never
utter their deity’s name. She’d committed something akin to blasphemy and it was because of
my
touch. Her nails scored lines of fire down my neck and across my shoulders, her moans growing louder with every pull, suck and bite I gave her nipple. She ground her hips harder to mine, her mons punishing my turgid cock. The torture — for that was what it was, torture for making her wait — made my body thrum with need. My balls felt ready to burst, swollen and heavy with want. I shifted slightly, using the tree trunk behind me as a vertical support, until the distended head of my cock nudged between her thighs.

Her soft, sodden pussy-lips slid along its length, a creamy kiss that turned my blood to molten desire. I moved again, rolling my hips, dragging the length of my cock over her velvet-soft sex. Her heat branded my flesh and I closed my teeth down on her nipple, fighting for control, knowing if I didn’t bury myself in the damp tightness of her pussy soon I would come on her inner thighs. Gods, I’d never —
never
— felt so aroused. Was she bewitching me? I didn’t think it possible.

There are many paranormal creatures in this world, but my uncle and his bloodline are the rarest — we cannot be psychologically affected by the magic of others. A safety precaution to make sure no malevolent being chose to disrupt Christmas by turning the Claus family to catatonic vegetables or something. But how could she be making me so…so…so fucking
hers
in such a short space of time?

I would be yours forever
…

The soft voice floated through my mind, a whisper as incredulous as it was adamant. Gods, I didn’t want to let her go. Ever.

A swift gasp burst from her lips and suddenly her sublime body tensed. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head up, staring into my eyes with a feverish intensity. ‘I heard you. In my head.’ We stared at each other for a long moment, her sex and thighs pressed to my straining cock, her hands in my hair, my hands on her body. ‘I heard you,’ she repeated in a whisper.
In my head
.

My heart hammered. My blood roared in my ears. I heard her too. In
my
head. But what did it mean?

Behind us, faint and distant, a soft jingle of bells sounded. I should have turned to see what it was. Bells? On a deserted beach? But I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the incredible creature so intimately connected to me. Her green eyes glowed with passion and wonderment. Her breasts rose and fell with shallow pants, causing her pinched nipples to brush against mine.

I inhaled, smelt her pleasure on the heavy rainforest air — musky, fresh, clean and sweet at once — and didn’t care anymore. Staring into her face, I slid my hands to her ass, took a step away from the tree, pulled her thighs up over my hips and thrust my
cock into the creamy channel of her sex.

Filled her. Took her. Claimed her.

It was Christmas Eve. And she was mine.

‘
Oh, yes
.’ She cried out, throwing her head back. She bucked into my thrusts. Meeting each one with a force that made me reel. My cock slid in and out of her sex, the wet sounds of penetration echoing through the dense vegetation. My balls smacked her ass, each painful impact like the rapture of heaven. I wanted it all. I dug my fingers into the back of her thighs, tugging her into my ramming cock, punching deeper and deeper into her sex. I felt the muscles of her pussy grip my length and squeeze it in intoxicating pulses. I moaned, the tingle in my spine, my gut, my balls telling me I was close, so close, to erupting.

I was going to pump my load into her sex and I still didn’t know —

‘Who I am?’ The words fell from her parted lips and she dug her nails into my shoulders. ‘Chrissie.’

Her name caressed my ears. Chrissie…

My balls rose up, my gut clenched. I thrust into her. Again. Again. Again. Behind me, the bells jingled. A reindeer snuffled.

I stared into Chrissie’s eyes, felt her sex squeeze my cock. ‘Oh, Nick. I’ve never…’ She came, hot cream gushing from her sex, slicking my balls, our thighs. Her sex clamped down on my shaft, the muscles of her core sucking its length. Taking me completely to the edge of sexual oblivion. ‘Oh, Nick, oh, Nick, oh, Nick.’

My name bursting from her lips with such uninhibited power pushed me over. How she knew my name didn’t matter. I erupted, pumping wad after wad after wad of cum into her sex. Flooding her with my pleasure just as she’d flooded me with hers. We both cried out, our screams silencing the surrounding wildlife (even that damn voyeuristic kookaburra), filling the rainforest with the undeniable sounds of
our
wildness.

Pulsating release thumped through me, surging jolts of raw energy. Chrissie took it all, milking me of every last drop until, unable to stand anymore, I collapsed to the soft sandy soil beneath the tree.

Chrissie came with me, laughing, giggling, holding onto me with a strength that bespoke of an unwillingness to let go. I totally agreed with her. There was no way I was letting her go either. She shucked her way up my prone body a little, gazing down at me with shining eyes, her wings fluttering behind her, cooling us both. ‘Wow.’

I reached up and cupped her jaw, tracing my thumb along the fullness of her bottom lip. ‘Wow.’

We didn’t move for a long time, both too spent and dumbstruck to find words, letting our heartbeats slowly return to a normal pace.

‘Wow,’ she said again, softer.

I smiled and smoothed my hands up over her ass, loving the way it felt under my palms. Firm, warm and entirely squeezable. I opened my mouth, perhaps to tell her that’s exactly what I was going to do — squeeze her ass — or perhaps to say something utterly inane and corny, who knows. My brain still hadn’t caught up with my body and was lingering somewhere in incoherent sexual bliss. I opened my mouth to say
something
and heard the bells jingling again. The
sleigh bells
.

Reality hit me like an avalanche of snow.

Shit. Christmas.

I snapped my head around, staring over Chrissie’s shoulder (her very lovely, very kissable shoulder) at the distant beach, searching for the sleigh wreck and any wandering reindeer. Damn. I had to go, I had a job to — The sleigh stood upright, cargo area fully loaded with a massive sack stuffed full of brightly wrapped presents, the four-legged, fur-covered propulsion units harnessed to it, waiting patiently, Rudolph’s nose glowing a low, contented red.

I sat upright, taking Chrissie with me.
What the?

A big man walked around the back of the sleigh, his whiter-than-white beard gleaming in the full moon’s glow, his bright red shorts, bright red T-shirt and bright red Stetson looking comically practical. But then again, my uncle had
always
been practical, despite being one of the most famous magical creatures in history.

Sparkling blue eyes locked on us across the stretch of beach and he raised his hand to the brim of his hat, a knowing grin making his chubby pink cheeks even chubbier. ‘Merry Christmas, you two,’ I heard him say, even though at least 200 yards of beach separated us. With fluid grace, so surreal in a man so portly and old, he leapt up into his sleigh and lifted the reins, the reindeer immediately shuffling into alert readiness. He dropped us a sly wink. ‘I don’t need to ask if you like your Christmas presents, do I?’

Chrissie burst out laughing and she pressed her wonderfully naked — well, just wonderfully wonderful — body closer to mine. ‘No, Old Man Claus, you don’t. Thank you.’ She turned back to me and cupped my jaw in her long, delicate hands, her wings beating a steady rhythm that echoed my heartbeat to perfection. ‘Thank you.’

I gazed up at her, my blood quickening at the pure happiness and desire I saw shimmering in her remarkable green eyes. ‘Presents?’ I murmured, feeling my cock grow thick and long in the snug folds of her sex.

‘I’ll explain later,’ she murmured back, a small grin pulling at her lips. And with that, four vines snaked out of the bush and wrapped around my wrists and ankles, stretching me spread-eagle on my back. I looked up at her, lust and hunger surging through me, making my cock spasm deep in her pussy.

She tilted at the hips, her nipples brushing my chest, her lips nibbling on mine. ‘Well,’ she whispered, running her hands down the length of my body until they found my rapidly swelling balls. ‘Maybe after I’ve unwrapped my present again.’

Her tongue dipped into my mouth, her fingers cupped my sac and way off in the distance — high in the sky — the sound of jingling bells tinkled on the air and I heard my uncle laugh.