Entralled (3 page)
"The rear wall is the portal. Just press the wall and you will
gain entry to Faery."
"But how do we get back?" asked Abigail.
"You don't," laughed Tom and pushed them both into the
closet. As they watched, the air shimmered with a strange golden
light, Tom changed, became taller and became Celeste. In such a small
space as the closet, Celeste was brighter than any sun, any star. She
was dazzling and Abigail could well understand the attraction. Her
skin was so flawless it was as if it was carved from the finest
alabaster and the blue orbs of her eyes reflected a summer sky.
"My love," whispered Celeste and traced a fine hand from
Caden's jaw to his eyes. He shuddered but whether from desire or
disgust, Abigail couldn't tell.
Caden grabbed Abigail's hand and squeezed. Hard. She bit back a cry
of pain. Had Celeste's magic worked so quickly, then? That he was
prepared to hurt her?
Celeste ushered the two of them towards the rear of the closet. Her
long arms reached around them and pressed a splodge of paint on the
wall. The wall dissolved and Abigail once again saw the strange
forest they'd encountered before. But this time, Linden was already
waiting for them.
He beamed a smile in their direction, as though welcoming back old
friends.
"Welcome, welcome," he said as he held out a hand to
Abigail. She refused it, remembering how his touch had made her feel
last time. Almost as mad with lust as Caden. "We knew you would
return. Celeste, please show our guests to their lodgings. They will
lodge together while they are here."
"No! You promised! You promised me he would be mine!"
Celeste sounded like a five-year old who'd been denied their
favourite toy and was throwing a tantrum.
"Celeste, manners please. You know that is not why they are
here."
Celeste pouted, but she let go of Caden and Abigail wasn't sure
whether they should be relieved or not.
Why
exactly were they
here? She also guessed that even if they asked Linden, no answers
would be forthcoming.
"This way, please," said Linden and turned to make sure
they were following him. They didn't have much choice and followed
him back to the edge of Forever, the Faery city.
He stopped by a large oak tree and motioned for them to go inside. It
was a strange room for a prison. For a start there was no door, just
a flap of deerskin hanging over the entrance, more for privacy than
heat Abigail guessed, as the weather was always fine.
There was a small oak table and two carved chairs beside it. In the
comer was a nest of fur, the bed? Nothing else seemed likely and it
did look inviting.
"Maybe you should rest, Caden."
"Only if you join me," he said, the corners of his mouth
crinkling in a smile.
"What? Here?" even as she said it, Abigail found it
difficult to ignore the fission of excitement his words evoked.
"How long has it been, Abigail?"
"Six days, four hours and twenty minutes, but who's counting?"
He laughed and it was a wonderful sound, a sound she wanted to hear
more often. How could she even thinking of giving this man up to
Celeste? Caden was hers body and soul and Celeste was going to have
one hell of a fight on her hands.
"But why here, Caden? Why now?
"Because I'm afraid that this will be our only chance, Abigail.
I'm afraid that if we don't make love right now, I will never know
that joy again."
She couldn't say anything, but silent tears dripped down her cheek.
Caden was suddenly next to hear, leaning down and kissing them away.
Every touch of his lips was agony and ecstasy, bitter and sweet all
at once.
When his lips left her cheeks and moved to her mouth, she groaned
deep in her throat, feeling it ache with the need to cry. She put her
arms around his neck and clung to him like a shipwreck survivor
clinging to a log. Caden's mouth left hers and kissed a damp trail
along her jawline and neck. Just before he legs gave way, he scooped
her up in his arms and carried her to the bed of furs.
She could feel his erection press against her stomach and she felt
her womb contract with need. He was impatient with her clothes,
ripping the buttons from her blouse as he bared her chest. He bent
down and nuzzled the naked flesh between her breasts. She heard a
snap and realised he'd bitten the strap of her bra. How did he manage
the strength for that? He'd only been out of hospital. He took a
freed breast in her mouth and began sucking on the nipple. When he
risked a light bite, she arched off the floor and moaned, clutching
his back.
He hiked up her skirt to her thighs and reached for her panties,
caressing her through the fabric. She squirmed against him, feeling
all the sensation from her whole body pool between her legs. Nothing
else existed. Caden yanked at her panties and ripped them in two.
Her fingers clutched at the soft material of the furs as the
sensations washed over her. She'd never seen him like this before, so
animalistic, and it excited her more than she could admit. Caden
spread her legs apart and just stared at her. She felt so exposed and
she could nearly come right then and then from the hungry look Caden
was giving her.
"Caden! Please!" she begged. She needed him, wanted him so
badly if nothing happened soon she would explode. She had felt desire
before, but nothing like this. She was on fire, was there something
in the air in Faery?
Caden glanced at her, his eyes cloudy with desire and he frantically
undid his belt and zipper. He pushed his trousers and boxers down in
one fell swoop. Before he went inside her, he caressed her sex with a
few fingers first and Abigail was almost undone. She could feel the
tension building with every caress of those fingers. "Caden!"
"You're so wet," he smiled and entered her in one jolt.
Abigail felt comfortably full with him inside her. The first time,
she'd been worried that he would have been too big, but he had been
the perfect gentleman, patient until she was ready for him.
He was anything but patient now, thrusting hard and fast as if the
end of the world was nigh. Abigail adjusted her hips, wrapping her
legs around his back and met him thrust for thrust, groaning
wordlessly.
Suddenly she felt Caden's orgasm, felt her own almost as soon, felt
her muscles contract as she felt Caden's seed in her womb. She was
immersed in a blaze of white light and then there was nothing.
*
Abigail
woke first with a blinding headache and a dry mouth. She felt tired
and drained, achy all over. She glanced around her and saw Caden
lying prone on the grass. Grass? Where were they?
She called his name and he stirred, looking up and smiling.
"Morning, gorgeous," he smiled.
"I don't think it is morning, Caden. Look," she pointed to
the western sky, where the sun was beginning to set.
"They let us go?" asked Caden, glancing at his
surroundings.
"Why? Why did they let us go?"
"I don't know. I'm just glad to be back home."
In the distance, Abigail thought she heard a baby cry.
Her breasts began to leak.
*
EPILOGUE
"You
know you could not have made this child with him, Celeste. We cannot
have children of our own."
"I know, Linden. But I wanted him."
"We cannot always have what we want. And we needed the child
more. Our race is dying, Celeste and without children, how can we
survive? This child will be our link, our new sister."
"And what shall we name her?" asked Linden.
Linden glanced at the small bundle in his arms, the thatch of dark
black hair of her father and the blue eyes of her mother.
"We shall name her Abigail."
THE END
About
the Author:
Annette
Gisby is an author who grew up in Ireland and has always been
fascinated by myths, legends, folklore and faery tales. Not unusual
for dwellers of a land filled with story tellers and a long historic
record. She loves castles and history and her writing has been
inspired by many things from paintings to poetry. Her husband shares
her passion for historic sites and they've spent many a happy hour
traipsing through fields to find an old ruin off the beaten track.
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