Fairy Flavor

Evernight Publishing

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Copyright© 2011 Anna Keraleigh

ISBN: 978-1-926950-29-7

Cover Artist: LF Designs

Editor: Stephanie Taylor

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious.

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DEDICATIO

This is for every woman looking for the perfect man. May it take

very few tries before you find your happy ending.

Fairy Flavor

Anna Keraleigh

Copyright © 2011

A male fairy, well that’s something she didn’t see every day. With

those wings, his hard exterior looked so amazingly delicate, and yet when his

eyes fell upon her, it was sheer, predatory lust. Brook stilled at the sight, the

green, rolling hills so famous of Ireland completely forgotten.

A real fairy, he stood taller than she did, nearly six feet with wide blue

green wings. He was handsome, rugged, with black hair wild in the breeze. His

jaw had this wonderful edge made for nibbling. His lips were plump, his body

designed for passion. She finally looked away. He was built like an ancient

Greek hero, all muscle and power. He wore a small, brown loincloth that made

her blush like a virgin. She’d be tempted to spend the day in his arms, if he was

even real. Maybe she had too much sun.

Hours passed as she wandered this dazzling landscape. Glancing back

left her shocked and a little disappointed to see he was, indeed, a figment of

her sun exposure. There was nothing beneath the big willow tree but shade. Oh

well, her handsome fairy would make great fantasy material for a few weeks.

She scanned the surrounding hills, just green grass and sunshine.

Feeling a tad bit lonely, she walked to that tree, checked once more before

settling down beneath long tendrils of healthy, green leafs. They reminded her

of the way her blonde hair decided to act today, wild in the wind.

The air was lighter here, cooler, and she’d gladly accept a break from

that beating sun. Maybe she’d take a nice nap now, and she knew just what

she’d dream of. Forget her new job at the lawyer’s office for a while; forget all

the repairs on her new house. She’d forget the stress from moving to this quiet

spot along Ireland’s shore after all her years in Los Angeles and play wickedly

with her handsome fairy. She stretched out her legs, leaned her head carefully

against the smooth tree bark and closed her eyes to the majestic land.

This dream was getting naughty, she felt the warmth at her side, and yet

she couldn’t open her eyes. That was odd. Normally her fantasy man would be

nude and sampling her flesh. This dream was different.

She couldn’t see him, but feel, oh yes. The bulge against her leg was

impressive. His fingertips slinked down her neck, skimmed over her breasts

and just missed her nipple. They traveled to explore her curvy hips and dipped

between her legs. Why did she have all her clothes on? His hand cupped,

gently molded the shape of her womanhood before continuing his journey.

She tried so hard to hold the moan, and then his lips pressed tenderly

again her neck, so sweet, so seductive. Brook grinned and adjusted her head to

meet his lips. Their mouths meshed, and tongues danced seductively.

Finally, she opened her eyes. It was, indeed, her fairy man. His body

pushed against her side and those amazing wings tucked against his back. She

wanted to see them fully extended, his body exposed to her eyes. He could

please himself and she’d gladly lick up the remains.

“I want you.”

The best words a girl could hear in this position. She licked her lips,

leaned forward and positioned her hands on his chest. His flat nipples perked

as she circled them with her fingers and a raw moan escaped his lips. His abs

were like stone. She explored each ripple of muscle. That loincloth still rested

across his hips. It tented, dangerously close to popping stitches. She loosened

the thin straps that held him secure and urged the cloth aside.

Her mouth instantly watered, her body ached with lust. His shaft was

seriously striking. It jutted thickly from a nest of black curls; his heavy sacs

were a treat for the eyes.

“Well now, you look good enough to eat.” She grinned, feeling bolder

than she’d ever felt before. Her ex-husband would pass out in shock. She

wanted to do things to her fairy man that would make a whore blush. Brook

was all ready to taste test his hunk of flesh, but he pressed her shoulders back

to the bed. She looked into those amazing eyes.

“I want to make love with you.”

How sweet was her subconscious? “Same here, fairy man...”

He gave her a quizzical look, his grin adorable, like a boy up to no

good. There was nothing unattractive about her fantasy man. Did she know

how to create a good-looking guy or what?

His lips found her earlobe, sucking gently before he nibbled his way to

her mouth. This kiss was more intense. His tongue dominated, his body shifted

and before she could catch her breath, her shirt lifted.

Her tanned tummy held a few pounds she’d been trying to lose for the

last three years. He didn’t seem to mind. His warm palm slid up, her body

quivered in anticipation as he shoved the material to her neck and gazed at her

plain white bra. Plain white? What happened? She should be wearing

something sexy in this dream, like black lace or red silk, and what about those

pounds? Hello, her dream, she was always perfect in here, only in here. She

lifted her head, slightly confused when he cupped her breast. The feel was too

superb to complain.

Her nipple instantly puckered, all her nerves bounced and her back

arched. He found her tip after a few gentle strokes. She reached over and

clenched handfuls of his silky black hair. Tugging until his lips were at hers, he

kissed her.

The passion was instant, the desire building with each caress. He

caused her body to slowly boil as he trailed his lips over her chin, down her

neck and toward those aching nerves. His tongue followed this wonderful path

over the soft mound of cleavage to her nipple.

Fairy man was one hell of a licker. He used that tongue through her bra

and tipped the cup lower so it was flesh on flesh.

“Sweet heaven.” The words rushed out of her mouth, her knees fell

open, and she held his head exactly there. He nibbled, his teeth worked

wonders on her tender flesh. Carrick didn’t stay at that exquisite spot for long;

he must have realized she would explode. His nimble fingers located the edge

of her pants, tugged the loose things down to reveal her oddly sad panties, just

a plain white thong.

Why the hell wasn’t her dream going according to plan? Then again,

the gratification coming from this was enough to make up for the lack of

lingerie. She wondered idly if she was feeling herself up under that tree in the

shade. Hopefully, she wouldn’t wake up with her hand in her pants.

Fairy man shoved the soft material down her legs, over her feet. Brook

grabbed her shirt, which still hung around her neck and yanked it off.

Chucking it to the right of wherever they were. She gripped her breasts,

clasped the nipples between her fingers.

He parted her legs, knelt between them as the cool air caressed the wet

center of her panties. It stuck to her skin as he lifted her leg and scrapped his

fingernails across the bottom of her foot. Well, someone was a little kinky. His

mouth tended to the other side, licked her ankle before he shifted to her knee.

He kissed it once, rubbed behind it with a grin that astounded her.

Her body was smoldering, she wouldn’t be surprised if she suddenly

burst into flames. He then took his long middle finger to her wet panties. The

perfect spot too, he outlined her lower lips, and leaned down to blow against

her inner thigh. She wanted to scream; her body squirmed and demanded

satisfaction. He pulled her panties aside, kissed her inner thigh as she threw her

head back. She was so wet, so ready, and he was only kissing her leg. What

was wrong with her imagination? He should be on top of her, inside her and

she should be screaming to the heavens.

Fairy man skimmed his tongue along her flesh, slowly tasted every inch

as she pulled wildly on her nipples. Pleasure ruled her senses as his tongue

discovered her clitoris. Sheer bliss swam through her body as he licked her

straight toward oblivion. He didn’t bring her to a much needed climax, only

triggered her body to shiver with need and her core to weep.

Brook kept tweaking, increasing pressure, thrusting her hips for more.

Then the gorgeous man climbed up her body. What? He wasn’t going to clean

all that wetness he created? The boring panties were tossed. Then he was

directly above her, his eyes locked on hers. “Spread your wings for me.” She

longed to see their beauty while he entered her.

“Only for you.” The words were spoken quietly and then he made love

to her mouth.

It was tender and charming like she was the most treasured thing in the

world. She widened her legs to accommodate his hips. His shaft head pressed

against her entrance. Her lower lips parted as he slowly filled her. Skin burned,

pleasure spiked as he carefully penetrated. He was still kissing her, spreading

both her pathways, with tongue and cock.

“More.” She needed this, wanted him balls deep and wild. With a grunt

he pushed harder, filled her body with his magnificent erection. The feel was

unlike any other. He was so wide she felt her muscles ache for him. She

abandoned her nipples, red from attention and slipped her palms down his hips,

holding his tight ass as their breaths caught, and his cock was fully seated

inside her pussy.

His balls pressed heavily against her ass. He began moving, and lord,

was it beyond amazing. Fairy man then spread his wings. There was a flutter,

and she gasped at the sight. His delicate wings stretched to their capacity above

them. They had an ethereal glow that sent the pattern of them along her skin.

She was truly in awe, and suddenly realized he stopped moving.

He held himself within her, glanced down at their joined forms before

asking, “Do you like them?”

“Very much.” Brook whispered. She was afraid to break this strange

connection she had with this fantasy man. He began thrusting, short, strong

movements that sent waves of pleasure through her. His mouth captured her

lips, and his body conquered her soul. She grabbed his tight ass cheeks and

held on as he flew her straight toward heavens pearly gates.

His cock pulsed against her inner muscles. Carrick’s heavy balls

slapped at her flesh and those wonderfully wicked lips found her nipple. The

orgasm raged, so intense she screamed and grabbed fistfuls of his hair. She

tugged his black locks, wrapped her legs around him. She held him inside,

milking his cock as he groaned. Warmth spread, semen engulfed her womb