Fairy Unbroken (12 page)

She opened the balcony door and glanced in at his bedroom. The bed
was mussed and unmade but the room was hardly furnished. Did he have nothing to
spruce it up? No paintings like the palace, no reference to his childhood or
hobbies. She frowned but quickly hid it. Trillian turned in Keyn’s arms. She
reached up and kissed his cheek. “Lead the way.”
He did, through a set of halls and into a room that could only be described as
flawless. There was a large tub with clawed feet and a floor-to-ceiling window
that displayed the gorgeous waterfall outside. What a view. She turned around
and thought the same thing. The view from here was pretty damn good.

“Make the water nice and warm.” She went to a chair, simple and
wooden. Sitting down, she watched him bend over, his fine ass hidden by that
dinky loincloth. She removed her shoes and socks, shoving them beneath the
chair. Trillian pulled the scrunchy from her hair and let it flow down her
shoulders. She shook it out briefly before she pulled her shirt over her head.
Her chest was heaving. The heart so tender beat wildly.

Keyn turned around.

She didn’t know if this plan would work. “Control yourself,” she
mumbled but the heated look in his eyes was nearly her undoing. “You do know
what these are, right?” Trillian cupped her covered breasts.

Keyn nodded but it was stiff.

“Good, because you bypassed them completely...before.” She reached
back and unhooked her bra. The silky material fell at her feet, revealing hard
pink nipples with generous flesh around the peak. She stepped toward him, and
her smile faded. “Take the tip into your mouth,” she instructed. Trillian
groaned when Keyn leaned forward and his breath fanned her skin. This moment
was so intense she could hardly breathe. Then his lips landed on her skin. He
suckled at her nipple and she arched forward. “Yes,” Trillian hissed. His
tongue darted out to taste and flick her tip.

Keyn pulled away. “You like this?”

Trillian nodded, guiding his head to her other breast. “Very
much.”

He smiled. “It’s pleasant for me too. I enjoy the sight of your
breasts.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. He sounded so calm and controlled
while his eyes were wide and his hands fisted, knuckles turning white. “This is
your first time touching tits?”

He nodded, lapping at her other breast.

“My poor, sweet fairy.” She held his head and pulled him up for a
gentle, quick kiss. Trillian stepped back. She unbelted her jeans, and slid
them down her hips. They pooled at her feet and she stepped out of them. There
was determination in her movements. She was indomitable, ready to seduce and
conquer Keyn. Trillian would heal his broken soul. At least, that was the plan.

She reached out and tugged at his loincloth. Two good pulls and it
unraveled. She practically gasped as it fell at his feet. No wonder she felt so
full. He was a very big boy. She licked her lips and went to her knees. “Sit on
the edge of the tub.”

He complied. “Why?”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” Trillian spread his knees so she
could kneel between them. Then she gripped his hard shaft in her hands. He
jumped up and jerked away. “Hey. Get back here.”

 
“Do not...touch it.” He
swallowed hard.

Well, hell. “You don’t want me to touch your penis. To wrap my
lips around it and suck.”

“No, this was a bad idea.” His wings fluttered nervously.

“Keyn.” Trillian stood. “How did you get those scars?” She pointed
at his cock, which pulsed and remained a battering ram between his legs.

“I cannot do this.” He turned away.

“Damn it, Keyn. I am trying to make this work. We can be lonely
apart or we can work on this mating thing together. I’m sure as hell sick of
making my own orgasms.”

He stopped. His voice sounded shaky and weak. “I don’t know if I
can do this, Trillian.” His head hung. “The memories, your human smell, your
human touches...they overwhelm me.”

She splashed loudly with her panties still on and landed with an
ungraceful splat in the tub. The warm water flowed over body and temporarily
cooled the lust between her legs. “Then come sit in here with me. It’s just
water.”

His cock bobbed as he approached. When he lifted a leg to get in,
she got a dazzling view of his heavy balls and couldn’t resist the lick of her
lips. The water rose as he sat across from her, their legs touching ever so
lightly. She turned the water off, and in silence, they sat. Trillian would
wait. He’d saved Cameron. The least she could do was give him some time, maybe
a second or third or fourth chance.

He cleared his throat.

“Keyn, what happened when you fell from the sky?”

He gasped and looked away. Finally, he said, “I
landed bruised and injured but I wasn’t broken. Not yet. Not until they came.”

“Who?” She reached out, and under the water, her
thumb rubbed against his ankle.

“The humans. The human men.”

Trillian stopped. Suddenly, she understood. Her
lips parted but no sound emerged. Men in the woods found an injured fairy in a
loincloth. “Oh, Keyn, they...” Tears were blurring her vision.

He glanced at her and nodded. “First
they...touched it and...” He swallowed hard again. His chest was beginning to
heave, his body shivering. Keyn surged to his feet, water cascading down his
delicious body as he charged toward the window.

Trillian struggled to follow and nearly landed
on her face. Keyn was there, catching her, helping her to stand.

“I am broken, beyond repair.”

Trillian shook her head, pushed wet hair from
her face. She reached out and grabbed hold of his hand. In moments, they were
in the bedroom, the balcony doors wide. The full moon lit the area like a
romantic candlelit room. She pushed him so he sat on the end of the bed and
knelt before him in her wet, uncomfortable panties. “It’s just me, Keyn. My
hands.” She placed them on his knees. “Look, watch, my hands on you.”

She made sure he watched before she slid her
hands upward. His thighs were a solid structure of muscle. Trillian’s
fingertips danced across them and toward his pillar-like cock. One finger
swiped at it and she waited. When he didn’t bolt, she did it again. Fingertip
to cock with very slow movements. “It’s Trillian touching you. Feels good,
doesn’t it?”

Keyn nodded, swallowed hard and took a deep
breath.
“This is my mouth on your thigh.” She placed her lips against his flesh. “My
tongue on your skin.”

 
She moved
to the base of his cock and her tongue swiped across the flesh there. It was
salty and smelled like musky man and fresh water. “My lips on your beautiful
cock.” She spoke, her breath on his skin, and when he trembled, Trillian’s lips
wrapped around his dick. He jerked, breathed violently through his mouth but
stayed put. She lapped at the rounded head, savoring the taste, then took the
entire tip into her mouth.

Keyn cried out. His hands grabbed the blanket
and twisted the delicate fibers.

“Say my name,” she whispered before returning to
his dick. Trillian lapped and licked the head, paying close attention to the
sensitive underside.

“Trillian,” he said weakly.

“Say it again,” Trillian urged, taking a few
inches into her mouth.

“Trillian.” His voice was stronger, slightly
more breathless.

She pushed further, sending his cock into her
throat as her fingers gently messaged his balls. When she pulled free and
gasped for air, she noted the pre-cum oozing from his shaft. His cock was ready
to blow. “Again, Keyn. Who’s sucking you? Who’s going to give you release?”

“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.