Authors: Lani Aames
Must Be Magic (12 page)
She wore a wedding dress straight
out of a fairy-tale, a frothy confection of iridescent white, shimmering with
every color of the rainbow whenever she moved. The longest points of the uneven
handkerchief hem barely reached her ankles, the shortest her knees. She’d been
crowned with a circlet of white and blue roses. And she’d already seen beds of
blue roses, all shades from palest sky blue to deepest indigo.
Blue
roses were a genetic impossibility in her world.
How
strange that even as a child she’d never envisioned being swept off her feet by
a prince and taken to his castle…er, palace. She had always pretended to slay
the dragon, find the treasure, and save the kingdom…er, princedom. Yet, here
she was, the only human—as far as she knew—to marry a prince and become a fairy
princess…er, Pixie Princess.
She’d
slain no dragons—Myghal said they lived deep in Wildwood, the dark and
forbidding forest that separated Pixieland from the Faerie Kingdom—but by
marrying a Prince she’d saved the princedom.
And the
only treasure she ever wanted was Myghal.
Princess
Kerry turned to find her husband, Prince Myghal, a few steps behind her. He was
devastatingly handsome in fawn-colored leggings and a billowy-sleeved shirt
made of the same soft-as-cotton but iridescent material as her gown. Their
ceremony had been performed in a Pixie circle, witnessed by most of the good
folk of Pixieland, and presided over by Chancellor Malthe. Myghal’s friend
Sirrin had served as his best man, and Sirrin’s sister had acted as her maid of
honor. They were called by different terms, but the meanings were the same.
At the conclusion, they’d been
showered with a cloud of glittering, sparkling Pixie dust that had been charmed
to bring them all kinds of good luck, good fortune, and bright blessings. Kerry
had watched the sunlight play off the bits of crystal, knowing in its raw form
it was simply salt mined from the earth in her realm by the Gnomes. That was a
royal secret, of course.
While everyone had danced to wild
Pixie music and drunk dandelion wine and honeymead, she and Myghal had slipped
away to be alone. The gardens were empty. Everyone, including the gardeners,
were celebrating the royal marriage and the saving of Pixieland.
“Are
you happy?” Myghal asked as he caught up to her.
She nodded and melted into his
arms. She was happy, satisfied, contented. This was an entirely different
world, but she felt up to the challenge of trying to fit in and be a princess.
With Myghal to help her, everything would turn out all right. He had said they
could visit her realm any time she wanted. She had family and friends she
needed to explain to…somehow.
“I wish
Gomit could have been here. Without him, none of this would have happened.”
“In
time to save Pixieland,” Myghal amended. “I would have made you my wife,
regardless.”
Kerry
kissed him, a lip-searing kiss that aroused her. It had the same effect on
Myghal. She felt his cock stir through their layers of clothing.
“Do you
think he’ll be all right? That the Trolls will believe his story?”
“In case you didn’t notice,
Trolls aren’t the smartest of creatures. Tredje was typical. Mean and
self-centered but dim. They’ll believe Gomit because they believe Gnomes to be
worthless.”
“They wouldn’t hurt him, would
they?”
“No, because that would require
effort. Even if they decided to, I have faith Gomit will talk them out of it.
Gnomes are quite glib.”
“It’s a
very good thing the Pixies did them a kindness in the past, so that Gomit was
there to help us. He said no one really remembered because it happened so long
ago. Do you know what the Pixies did for the Gnomes to win their allegiance?”
Myghal
thought a moment. “Ah, yes, I remember the story. A Pixie Princess fell in love
with a Gnome soldier.”
Kerry
stepped back, her eyes widened in disbelief. The Pixies were enough like humans
that they could pass in her realm with no difficulty. But Gnomes, if they were
all like Gomit, were quite different. “Are you sure about that?”
Myghal
grinned. “Well, it’s said he was uncommonly tall and handsome for a Gnome, and
she was exceptionally short and plain for a Pixie. She was the youngest of a
large brood of the Prince’s offspring, and therefore not in line to inherit the
princedom. And because she wasn’t the most beauteous, to put it kindly, her
father despaired of ever marrying her off and eagerly gave his blessing. The
Gnomes, fearing the wrath of the Pixies over one of their kind having the
audacity to ask for a Princess in marriage, were greatly relieved and swore
their allegiance to the Pixies for forever and a day.”
When
Kerry had moved back, she’d stepped off the pink stone path and into a bed of
wild mint. The tender leaves, warmed by the sun and crushed beneath her feet,
released a cool crisp scent that wafted around them on the light breeze. She
caught Myghal’s hand and drew him into the center of the bed of mint and into
her arms. Her hand slid down between their bodies and found the hard length of
his cock. It swelled at her touch.
“You
know, we have yet to consummate this marriage,” Kerry whispered. “In my world,
a marriage isn’t a true marriage unless it’s consummated.”
“The same is true here.” Myghal
sounded as if he fought for breath, and his fingers skimmed the neckline of her
bodice. “Our marriage won’t be recognized as legitimate until we complete the
union.”
He
plucked the intricately tied bow in the center and pulled the lacings free.
When her breasts were exposed to his eager gaze, he cupped one, his caress as
light as the breeze but strong enough to send a surge of hot pleasure speeding
through her body, from nipple to clit in less than six seconds.
“You’re
saying…Pixieland is still in danger?” Kerry murmured between gasps for air.
“Then we must sacrifice for the good of the princedom.”
“Aye,”
Myghal agreed and swooped his head low to take the erect tip of one breast
between his lips. “For the good of the prince and the princess as well.”
Kerry laughed breathlessly. She
found the lacings of his leggings and untied them. Dipping her hand inside, she
wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and rubbed back and forth along its
rigid length. With a deep sigh, Myghal tugged her gown until it was bunched at
her waist. He went down on his knees and slid her gown and panties down at the
same time. She stepped free of them and went down to her knees as well.
“I want
you, now, Myghal.”
“Your
wish is my command, wife.”
Kerry lay back as Myghal climbed
between her thighs. He tugged at his leggings, freeing his cock, and thrust
into her. Kerry rested her bent legs on his hips, matching the tempo of her
hips to his. She opened her eyes. She wanted to see him, see her husband.
“I love
you, Myghal.”
He
looked down at her, his green eyes darkened with passion. “I love you, Kerry O’Neill.”
Their
bodies moved and built momentum. Kerry held onto his shoulders and watched the
reflection of his desire cross his face. With one hand, she reached down to
crush more mint and fill the air with its scent…but her hand touched nothing.
She turned her head and her hands
scrambled to hug Myghal closer. “We-We’re floating!”
“Aye, we are.” He spun them into
an upright position, so that now Kerry sat on his lap but was still impaled by
his cock. “Spontaneous levitation during sex only happens when the couple is
meant for each other.”
Although it defied the laws of
physics, Myghal pumped into her without shooting them off into space.
Tentatively, Kerry moved her hips, catching his rhythm again. When they
continued to hover about a yard above the mint bed, she relaxed against him,
her arms around his neck.
When
the heat of their desire burst and soared through her, she knew without a doubt
that Myghal was the other half of her heart, body, and soul. She would gladly
pledge her love forever and a day to her prince of pleasure.
Lani Aames resides in west
Tennessee with her family and a clowder of cats. She is multi-published in a
variety of subgenres of erotic romance, and also writes romance as Lanette
Curington. For the latest updates, visit her websites.
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