WingsOfDesire-AriannaSkye (24 page)

“Well, I guess I’ll have to persuade him.”

Maeve threw her head back and laughed. “Be my guest.”

“What about the faerie massage lesson?” Rhiannon asked, her lips curving into a bright smile.

“More pressing things have come up, I’m afraid. Cerne will have to give you private instruction.” Maeve winked. “I guarantee he’s a most knowledgeable instructor. Have a fun evening, Your Highness.” She snapped her finger. With a flash of green light, she vanished.

Now the chore at hand for Rhiannon was how to get Cerne in her bed.

Cerne sat back on his chaise staring at the tiles on the ceiling. He’d tried counting them, but lost count at five hundred and seventy-three. He glanced down at his raging erection. There was no hope for him. He’d have a problem with his cock forever.

He reached down to loosen the laces of his breeches, wishing he had the willpower to keep his mind from wandering to Rhiannon. Gods, how he wanted her. Gods, how he wanted to respect her wishes and wait. Gods, how he was tempted to sink into her right then and there in the Queen’s grand chamber. Fie on the elders. They would’ve enjoyed the show, anyway.

He felt her connection. What in the Gods’ names was she doing?

Cerne
. He heard whispering in his mind.
I need you.

Terrific. Now he was imagining she was mind-talking with him.

Mo cridhe. I’ve needed you since the day we met. I won’t take you until you’re ready.
He trusted the connection was real and not his imagination.

I’m more than ready. My pussy is wet and ready for you. I need more than my fingers to get
me off. I need you,
leannan
.
Trobhad
,
mo cridhe
.
It’s a royal request.
Rhiannon sighed
.

He felt himself pulse and grew harder, imagining her fingering herself. “Please stop this, before it’s too late.”

She appeared to him in a flash of violet light, wearing not a stitch of clothing. “I can’t stop, because it’s what I’ve wanted from the moment I met you that night in my bedroom.”

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Cerne replied. “I won’t be responsible for you breaking your vow.”

Rhiannon chuckled. “The vow was to wait until I found the right man.” Sashaying her hips, she approached the chaise. “And, I hate to tell you, honey, but you are that man.” She knelt down before him and further loosened the laces of his breeches. “Besides, we need our energy for the battle, do we not?” She wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed.

“Well, at least someone here agrees with me.”

Cerne gasped. “Rhiannon, please.” Her other hand traveled inside and grabbed his life-sac.

“Please what?” she asked, emitting a husky breath along his neck. Her hand moved up and

down his shaft.

“Please let me take my breeches off.”

She raised a curious brow. “That can be arranged.” Smiling, she withdrew her hand.

Cerne sighed, missing the feel of her stroking him. The sooner he removed his breeches, the sooner her hand could return to his cock. The sooner he could thrust himself inside of her.

“I’ve never done it before,
mo cridhe
,” she said with wide eyes, as his breeches fell to the floor. “Teach me how to fuck.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” She ran her hands up his chest to remove his tunic.

“I need one thing from you,” he said, with a seductive smile. “Then I’ll teach you everything you’ve ever wanted to know.”

She narrowed her eyes in thought. “What is it you request?”

“Transport us back to your chamber,” he said with a wink. “The princess makes love in her chambers.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” She snapped her fingers. When the smoke cleared they stood in her chambers.

She reached for his tunic and lifted it up over his head, throwing it to the ground. “I love your body. Especially this,” she said, reaching for his hard cock. “It’s perfect. Just the right width and length, but not too long you’d impale me to death.” She wrapped her fingers back around him, squeezing and tugging.

“Oh, Gods,” he moaned. He couldn’t take much more of this. He needed her in the worst way imaginable. “You’re a very apt pupil, my dear.” He pulled her body against his, lifted her chin and claimed her lips. He sucked, nibbled and nipped. His tongue probed and prodded inside, dancing and swirling against her. Taking a firm breast into his hand, he traced along her nipple, squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger.

His other hand dipped lower, seeking out her moist heat. He plunged a finger into her hot tunnel.

Mewing against his lips, she moved her body with each of his finger thrusts.

“You like that?” he asked against her lips, inserting a second finger.

She moaned in reply, her body shuddering against him as her pussy clenched his fingers.

“Please,” she breathed out.

“Hmm, now who’s begging?” He lowered his mouth to her nipple and drew it in, licking and

sucking the delicious bud.

Her hand continued to slide up and down his cock, and it took all his willpower not to bend her over and have his way with her right then and there. It was her first time, and it needed to be slow and savored. He pulled her hand from his cock. She whimpered softly.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Your hand will be back there soon enough.” He lifted her into his arms, carried her to the large bed, sat her down and in one gentle moment climbed in next to her.

“Lie down,
mo cridhe
. I wish to worship your body.” He gave her a wicked smile. “With my tongue.”

Like an obedient servant, she lay down. Her body glistened in the warm glow of the candlelight and her green eyes flickered. “Now worship me, consort.” Cerne tsked, wagging his finger back and forth. “Who’s in charge here,
leannan?
” Rhiannon whimpered. “You,” she replied weakly.

“Good. Now lay back like a sweet little princess.” Cerne lay down next to her and moved his hand back to her breast, tweaking the nipple between two fingers.

“I’ve never been with a
maighdean
before,” he whispered in her ear, tracing his tongue against the lobe.

Her breath caught. “I might be a virgin, but I’m not inexperienced.” Cerne chuckled, remembering the inadequate excuse of a sex toy she planned on using the night he’d come to her. “Trust me,
mo cridhe
, you haven’t experienced the height of sexual pleasure, especially with those things humans try to pass off as pleasure toys.”

“Well, for humans they seem to work.” Rhiannon shrugged. “I often wondered why mine always seemed to burn out after two or three uses. The people at the Garden of Eden must’ve thought I was a sex fiend.”

“Garden of Eden?” Cerne furrowed his brow.

“The adult store I used to frequent.” She blushed. “And when I say frequent, I mean frequent. Charlie and Butch, the store owners, knew me on a first name basis.”

“Interesting, I think. But now isn’t the time to talk.” He pulled her to him, pressing the firm nubs of her nipples against his chest. He traced his tongue against her ruby lips, prodding her mouth open. Her tongue met his in a delicious duel while he drank in her taste. He traced his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the contours of her curves.

“Gods, I love your body,” he murmured against her lips. His erection pressed hard and full

against her.

“Can I touch you some more?” Her wide-eyed innocent expression contrasted with the fiery spirit he knew her to possess.

Cerne grabbed Rhiannon’s hand, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft hand pumping his cock. He placed her hand around his erection and closed her fingers around its thick length.

Her hand glided up and down his cock with expert smoothness. Groaning, he rolled over and pulled her on top of him. Straddling him, she continued to move her hand up and down. He smiled, feeling her wet juices drip onto his thigh.

“You’re wet for me,” he breathed, massaging both her breasts. He twisted a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her gasp of pleasure sent more blood jetting to his already throbbing cock. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

His other hand shot down to the mat of curls that surrounded her sex as he pressed his finger against her clit, moving in slow deliberate circles.

“Faster,” she moaned. “Please.”

“No,” he murmured, wrapping his free arm about her waist and pulling her against him for another searing kiss. He lapped, nipped, and sucked every inch of her lips. He could not get enough of her sweet, honeyed taste. She moaned against his lips while she struggled to stroke his cock.

Panting heavily, she pulled her mouth from his. “Please. I need to come, Cerne. Help me come. Fill me with that big cock of yours.”

Cerne struggled with the last bit of control. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Oh yeah, I want it,” she said, desire filling her beautiful emerald eyes. “And I want it now.” And that was his undoing.

~*~*~

In one fell swoop Cerne grabbed her and flipped her on her back. God, she loved the new acrobatic skills she’d acquired as a faerie.
Kama Sutra
and Tantra be damned.

He kissed her neck and nibbled along her collar bone, moving his mouth to her nipple. His other hand continued to ravish her clit and pussy.

“You don’t need to do this,
mo cridhe
,” he whispered. “I can stop.”

“If you stop—” she gasped as his fingers found her G-spot.
Well, damn. It really did exist.

She threw her head back in pleasure as waves of more juices filled her. He rammed his fingers inside her harder and faster

“Oh, my fucking Gods!” she hissed.

“Do you want it? Do you want me?” he asked, in between thrusts.

What do you think?
Rhiannon’s body wracked and writhed beneath him. Her pussy could give the Niagara Falls a run for its money. “Of...c...course I w...ant you.” Her breath caught with each ram of his fingers as her hips bucked beneath him. Her body tensed as the heat built up.

Was it really just his fingers giving her so much pleasure? “Fuck me, or I swear I’ll die from torture.”

He withdrew his fingers and she wanted to cry. What was he trying to do? Kill her with sex?

“What did you do that for?” she asked.

Licking his fingers, Cerne smiled. “How can I fuck you with my fingers still inside? I might be flexible, but I’m not quite that flexible—yet.” He lowered his body back down, pulling her arms above her head. “You can still change your mind.”

Rhiannon ground her sex against his hard cock. “Trust me, I don’t want to stop.”

“It will hurt your first time.”

“I’ve had toys inside me, you dolt.” Rhiannon, despite her intense desire to have his cock inside her, giggled.

“But your faerie maidenhead is still intact. It will hurt, but just for a moment. I promise.” Obviously he spoke the truth when he said he’d never been with a virgin. Virgins nowadays didn’t even know what a hymen was. “I don’t give a fuck about pain,” she growled. “I only care to feel you inside me.”

Cerne nodded, and with a gentle thrust he pushed himself into her. Her pussy clenched and tightened around him as her hips bucked up to meet his thrust. Cerne claimed her lips and drove into her. She gasped against his lips as a slight sting filled her.

Cerne stilled. “Did I hurt you?”

As soon as the pain came, it abated. “It was just a sting, nothing to worry about.” She wrapped her legs about his waist. “Now keep fucking me before I go insane.” Cerne threw back his head and growled deep in his throat. The sound sent shivers of ecstasy

throughout her body. “Do you want it slow and soft,
mo cridhe
?” He inched inside her with slow, tantalizing movements. Her body writhed and her legs locked around his ass. “Or do you want it hard and fast?” He then rammed his massive cock inside her with quick, pounding thrusts.

He expected her to make such an important decision when she could barely concentrate?

Pure torture!
“Surprise me,” she moaned, while he continued to thrust.

“Hmm.” Cerne gathered her in his arms. He massaged her breasts and nipples, continuing to slam his cock deep inside her heated core. “Would you like to be on top?” He pushed in deep and pulled out, the tip of his cock teasing her juice-drenched folds.

Rhiannon whimpered, her hips arching upwards in a futile attempt to have him re-enter her.

She needed him back inside her any way imaginable, and the idea of bouncing up and down on his thick shaft sent waves of excitement through her body. A new flood of moisture filled her pussy. “Save a unicorn, ride a faerie.”

“If you insist.” Cerne grabbed her waist and rolled over. His large hands circled her waist and he guided her down on his swollen shaft. “Gods, I love feeling you wrapped around me.” He pulled her up and slammed her down. “Move your hips,
leannan.
” With eager movements, she moved up and down the length of him. She moaned, feeling her breasts bounce up and down with each thrust. He ground his hips up into hers and reached to cup her breasts. Throwing her head back, she moaned as waves of pleasure wracked her body.

“Oh Gods, Cerne!”

“You like riding my cock, love?” He pushed further inside her and pulled her down to take her lips in a searing kiss. “Mmm, you’re so tight, Princess. Gods, I love...this.”
Love?
Were her ears playing tricks on her? Her mind swam, but the pleasure kept building.

She couldn’t concentrate. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her head back as her body tensed. A raging inferno licked all the corners of her body.

“Open your eyes,
leannan
.” Cerne commanded. “I want you to see my pleasure, and I want to watch yours. Our releases will be much stronger if we lock gazes.” Rhiannon opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on him. She’d never experienced such pleasure in her life. She was going to explode. She tried to fight the wave of her orgasm, tried desperately to control it.

“Don’t hold back,” he groaned out, grabbing her waist and slamming her to him. Each thrust seemed fiercer than the previous one. Her body shook and shuddered and finally she fell over the