Fairy Prey

Evernight Publishing

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Copyright© 2013 Anna Keraleigh

 
ISBN:
978-1-77130-369-9

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Editor: Cheryl
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DEDICATION

Kelpies are a real myth but
I’ve taken liberties with the kelpie creatures in this book. Who knows if they
can really change sexes to lure in their victim but in my story, they’re
sinister, dangerous and hungry.

I'd like to give my heartfelt
thanks to everyone who purchased my books. This Fairy series is very important
to me and I'm so happy you all have decided to join me in my erotic fairy
kingdom!

FAIRY PREY

A Fairy Novel, 5

Anna
Keraleigh

Copyright
© 2013

Chapter One

New York City

 
Morrigan stretched out on her bed in her very
small bedroom. She liked Saturdays best even though she spent them alone. This
was her haven, her safe place, and at the moment her naughty place
. Ah, the joys of Saturday
. She woke as
the sun began to crest the horizon. Morrigan could see it through her glass
balcony doors, the curtains pulled wide. Being on the fiftieth floor facing the
river had its advantages. As was her normal weekend routine, Morrigan woke
alone but rested. She pulled the curtains open, letting the rising sun drench
her four-poster bed. There was a lot of black and gray in the room but again,
she preferred them. Girly wasn’t really in her vocabulary.

Morrigan ruffled her
shoulder length dirty blonde hair away from her face. She pulled the T-shirt
over her head and threw it on her plush armchair in the corner of the room. She
arched her back, loving the way her muscles pulled and shifted. She lifted her
hands, bringing them to cup her breasts. They fit in the palms of her hands,
the tiny nipples teasing her palms. Ever since she met him, her body had been
on this horny streak. Yes, him. She was almost afraid to say his name.

Whisper.

Morrigan shivered. She
used her fingers to pinch and pluck her hardened nipples. It had been months
since she visited her cousin in
Ireland
and discovered that there were things that went bump in the night and some
during the day. Men with wings. She snorted as she walked toward her bed.
Hidden in those Irish hills was an entire kingdom, and several fairies lived
there. Honest-to-God men with wings fought with swords and wore skimpy
loincloths.

Morrigan hooked her
thumbs into her pajama pants and pulled them down her hips. They landed around
her ankles and the sun warmed the skin on her bare ass as she stepped from
them. She crawled slowly and enticingly over the plain gray sheet, opening her legs
more than she had to, lowering so her breasts would brush the smooth fabric.
She opened the drawer beside the bed, pulled out her toy, and landed with a
slight bounce in the center of the bed.

Her thoughts were
jumping from a wonderful Saturday morning spent naked to that damn fairy
kingdom. Her last visit hadn’t been one to repeat. She met them all, yes, and
they seemed nice enough but then there was him. The one with that hid in the
shadows, the one that had a deep voice and black wings.

Whisper.

Damn it, she couldn’t
get him out of her head. Morrigan tried to, though, pulling at her nipples and
letting her mind drift toward more erotic outcomes. She had several hours here,
in this bed, and she sure as hell didn’t want to waste them thinking about a
damn unruly fairy.

Morrigan lay back in
bed, her hair spreading over the pillow. Her legs fell open and the rising sun
gave a glow to her tanned body. She had a fit, muscular form that served her
well as a private investigator. She pinched her nipples harder, loving that twinge
of pain with her pleasure. She skimmed her hands down her body, over her flat
stomach and belly ring, then down her hips. She stopped short of her moist
womanly folds. Her fingers delved between her legs, and she gasped as flesh met
flesh. Oh yes, this is just what she needed. Her fingers teased and rubbed
until the moisture built. Morrigan dipped a finger inside her hole then spread
that cream to her clit. Her rubbing increased. She used her other hand to grab her
breast and squeezed the nipple.

A moment later, the
orgasm arrived. It flooded her system with all those feel-good endorphins and
her back arched.
Damn, did she love
Saturdays.
Morrigan wallowed in the sun on her rumpled bed for a moment
longer, stretching out and lazily petting her pussy. The main of it was bare
but for the slight patch of hair waxed in the shape of a landing strip. She
teased that tuft of hair, tugging it, and torturing her nipple.

Her mind began to drift
again, thinking of that place, that man, the world that existed around humans
that she never knew of.
Too much
thinking!
Morrigan stood. She went to the balcony doors, opened them wide,
and welcomed the warm breeze. Summer had just arrived, and she could smell the
hint of flowers and trees in the air. Naked she stood there, letting the sun
splay across her nude body. She turned, grabbing the toy off the bed. She
opened the Velcro strap, hooked it to the wooden ledge on her bed, and strapped
it together. The plastic penis was erect now, like a man that had been worked
into a frenzy. It wasn’t as good as warm flesh but it would do.

Morrigan shifted, one
knee on the bed, one foot on the floor, and hovered over the toy. Grabbing her
breasts, she lowered, the cold plastic touching her nether lips. She gasped,
shivered but returned. This time she used more downward pressure. The plastic stroked
against her clit. It parted her wet slit and nipped at her hole. Once again,
she tortured her nipples, pulling them, squeezing them and with each breath,
she rubbed against the toy. As she went lower, the circumcised plastic penis
head slipped into her core. It pushed her muscles apart, speared her as she descended.
Her head fell back as the entire penis was inside her.
Oh yeah, Saturdays are awesome.

Morrigan worked the
plastic penis like a professional. She gyrated and pumped, slipping a hand to
her clit, and it wasn’t long before another orgasm approached. It robbed her of
breath and made her body shudder. She stopped every movement and just concentrated
on that rush of sensations.

When the pleasure faded,
she began working the toy again. Up and down she bobbed, her breasts bouncing,
her fingers fondling, and her body began to sweat. She felt it misted on her
back. It didn’t matter. She wanted another release, needed it, and craved it.
Her record was nine, and she smiled as another build up commenced. Could she
beat that today? She sure as hell felt like coming until she fainted. Her
desire seemed to be sated but never fully cured by her Saturday rituals. The thought
vanished, the relief flooded her, and she groaned to the empty room.

Morrigan pulled slowly
free of the toy. She plunged onto the bed, shifting to her hands and knees. Her
hand disappeared between her legs. She circled her clit, flicking the little
bud as she balanced herself on the mattress. She spread her legs farther.
Morrigan felt the delicious warmth from the sun on her ass cheeks and thighs.
More, she needed more! Morrigan worked her clit as if her life depended on that
next burst of...

There.

Morrigan collapsed onto
the bed, a smile on her lips, and after she caught her breath, she turned to
her back. Thighs open, she wallowed as the sun had a view of her most intimate
parts. She stretched her arms high, debating silently if she should use the
plastic penis again or work her clit with the vibrator for a while. She bit her
bottom lip, tweaking her nipples as she decided. Morrigan sat up. Another round
with Mr. Plastic wouldn’t hurt. Her body craved that fullness of a thick, juicy
cock deep inside.

The sun faded, blocked
by shadow. Morrigan looked up, her lazy orgasmic bliss shattered as a figure
landed on her balcony.
Oh, fuck no!
Morrigan tumbled backwards, landing on the other side of her bed with an
ungracious plop. She pulled the gun from under her bed, gripping the sleek
black weapon and aiming it at the balcony. Her tension didn’t ease as the form
turned into a man and wings fluttered at this intruder’s back. Morrigan put her
finger on the trigger. If that winged bastard thought he could barge right in...

The figure shifted and
she pulled her finger from the black trigger. It wasn’t him. This wasn’t the
dark fairy that haunted her thoughts. He had brown wings and a furrowed brow.
His eyes scanned the room and stopped with a lifted brow on her recently used
toy. What the hell was this guy’s name? She had seen him around in
Ireland
before.