Page 33 of A Kiss From a Faerie King

“I can see it now, my blossom. You spread out before me like this. So sweet and tempting. Your body is covered in my bites. My back is red from your nails gripping me.”

He sucks my clit again as he pushes his finger all the way into my ass. My scream echoes around the room. The heat from the ovens causes my body to break out into a fine sheen of sweat. My hair clings to my temples.

“You know what else I’m going to see, my love?”

My heart catches at the term of endearment, but I manage to ask, “What else?”

“I’m going to see my seed seeping out from your sweet pussy. I’ll see some of it dried along your breasts. And the corner of your mouth. But it’s your pussy that will be overflowing with it. Filled to the point that it will seep out and soak the sheets of our bed. Isn’t that what you want?”

I nod my head, the muscles in my body tightening.

“And you know what you’ll say to me?”

“What?”

His breath hovers over my clit, and I feel him smile against me.

“You’ll beg me to use my seed to fuck your ass. To stretch you open and flood you with my come there. It’ll hurt, but you’ll love it.”

Clamping his lips over my clit once more, he shoves a second finger into my back entrance, and my body erupts. Molten glass seeps through my veins as my thighs tighten around his head. The hard twigs of his crown dig into my thighs as I thrash through my orgasm.

My pussy clamps around nothing as I rock my hips against his face.

Emrys never falters as he sees me through every second of it. He pulls his fingers from me and licks me clean. His tongue tastes every inch of me until my hips lower back down to the workbench. He doesn’t stop, even as I shake through the final waves of my orgasm.

My eyes are heavy as I watch him spread me wide and feast on me again. I shiver—my body is too sensitive from the intense climax.

His dark eyes find mine as he lowers my legs from his shoulders and pulls my skirts from my waist. Gently, he pulls me up before kissing me softly. My taste mingles with his. His hands brush through my curls as he holds my body tight to his.

Lifting me in his strong arms, he cradles me to his chest as we exit the kitchen. Walking us down the hall, my breath is still shallow, and my body feels utterly relaxed.

We must’ve gotten truly carried away in the kitchen because when we emerged outside, the sky is already an inky black. The stars above twinkle down at us, and a cool breeze tugs at my dress. It feels nice on my warm skin.

Emrys takes us through the meadow until we are once again at the clearing from last night. A silk sheet is laid out, and the sprites and faeries hug the tree-line. Gently, Emrys sets me down on the covered ground before sitting behind me. My back rests against his chest, and his hands hold me to him.

The sprites float towards us and illuminate the space with their glowing bodies. My head falls back against Emrys’s shoulder as I absorb his closeness. Raising a hand, Emrys directs my attention to the night sky.

“Watch,” he whispers in my ear.

As if they are alive, the stars begin to move. They swirl around in a dazzling circle. My breath hitches as they cut through the sky like water. Such beautiful magic.

The stars slow their movements until they form a massive tree. Its trunk is tall, and its branches are far-reaching. The stars file in on each other to create the great mass of leaves.

“Long ago, there wasThe Great Oak,and from it sprouted all faerie life,” Emrys explains, his voice clear and strong.

I watch as a new scene is illustrated by the sparkling embers. They form the bodies of sprites—buzzing around and wreaking havoc. The scene transforms into the meadow, but one that is trampled and unorganized. A far cry from what it is now.

“ButThe Great Oakknew that they could not be left to their own devices. They needed a ruler to keep this realm in order,” Emrys continues.

I watch the scene in the sky change again, and the massive tree is once more illuminated. From its strong truck, a cluster of stars breaks off and swirl into a familiar figure.

“From it’s magical bark, I was born. The faerie king. Given my power fromThe Great Oakto control the meadow and maintain order.”

Emrys’s handsome face is cast in glowing stars and my heart speeds up.

“ButThe Great Oakhad a secret.” The scene changes once more into the tree. I watch in silent shock as golden stars fall from the branches and fade to nothing before reaching the bottom of the thick trunk. “It was dying, and with it, so would the meadow and all who inhabited it.”

I open my mouth to say something—the sprites around me pale and hang their heads. Even Emrys’s clear voice has become tinged with sadness. The truth of what he’s explaining to me spears into my heart. My hand grips his as I turn to face him.

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