Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel)

Evernight Publishing

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2013 Anna Keraleigh

ISBN:
978-1-77130-310-1

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Cheryl Harper

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

Putting a partner’s name in the 
dedication
 is a big deal. It’s like getting their name tattooed on your ass. It’s either going to bring you pleasure or pain when you have to get it lasered off. That said, I’m taking a chance and 
dedicating
 this book to Lucy. She’s the blonde that makes me smile, that makes me laugh and who brings a whole new meaning to the word, happy. Thank you for being in my life.

A Fairy Novel, 4

Anna Keraleigh

Copyright © 2013

Chapter One

Annalise knew that fairies really existed. They weren’t just in the fairy-tale books her Mommy read. She was in the water one minute and on the beach the next. Her eyes went wide and her lips parted in shock. There was a man before her. He was beautiful. Not handsome like Mommy said Daddy was but so completely beautiful. He was tall like a giant with crazy green hair and eyes the color of sparkling emeralds. Out of his back came big green wings, almost like a giant butterfly. Annalise smiled. “Thank you,” she sputtered after her lungs cleared completely of water. “I’m Annalise.” She extended her hand.

The man lifted a brow but grinned. His big hand engulfed hers. The wings at his back fluttered. He looked as if he was going to speak but another voice, her mother’s, echoed. The panicked, frantic sound came closer with each second.

The fairy before her with green hair and fantastical wings went wide-eyed. He immediately bent and jumped into the air. Annalise watched, amazed, as he flew into the sky. He went toward the forest and she quickly turned to watch him fly away. “Wait, what’s your name?” she called out, desperate to know more. Annalise was going to tell everyone that fairies were real!

“Damn it, Annalise, why didn’t you answer me?” Her father’s booming voice sounded.

She finally looked away. The fairy disappeared into the tall trees. “I saw a fairy. A real fairy!” She was too excited not to yell the revelation.

“What?” He pushed the glasses farther up on his big nose and glanced into the woods. “What do you mean?”

“A man with wings.”

“A man was here.” He instantly went on guard and grabbed her shoulder gently but firmly. “What did I tell you about strangers?”

“Where were you?” Her mother appeared and gathered her up to give her a great big bear hug.

“She was talking with some man,” her father said. “Let’s get back to the boat. We’re not staying in Ireland anymore. We’re going to Iceland next.”

Daddy had lots of money and they were traveling the world but she would give it all up to stay here and find her green-haired fairy. “No!” Annalise cried out. “He wasn’t just a man...”

“He was a fairy,” Annalise cried out as her eyes jerked open. She was covered in a fine sweat as she sat up. Her breaths were gasps. Even after years of intense therapy, no one could convince her that day was a child’s active imagination.

Annalise still believed her green-haired fairy was out there. Somewhere.

****

Wick’s green hair was splattered with black blood. He locked swords with a nasty smelling troll and pushed with all his might. With a good kick to the shin, the thing faltered and he used that to his advantage. He pulled out his dagger and drove it deep into its foul chest. More black liquid oozed out, the fight left the scaly troll, and Wick pushed him over. Weapons free, he turned toward the battle, catching sight of the various warrior fairies swooping down and hovering out of the trolls’ reach to ensure victory.

This was just another battle in the war with the trolls.

Wick shouted, charging into combat and using his wings to make his way to the king’s side. His testosterone was boiling to the surface, adrenaline kept him alert, and his new focus in life seemed to be the war alone. He swung his sword down, removing an arm and hearing the hideous troll cry. Wick was just about to cut down another when a blur came out of the shadows and sliced the troll’s head clean off his shoulders.

“Damn it, you freaky bastard.” Whisper always stole his kills. The blue-haired fairy grabbed another troll and dragged him into the forest. Screams echoed throughout.

One troll yelled and suddenly the creatures began to flee. They dropped their swords and ran toward the tree line.

“Idiots,” Wick muttered. That’s where Whisper was. He knew for a fact none of them would survive despite the retreat.

“Another victory!” King Carrick shoved his blood-covered sword into the air and the fairy warriors followed suit.

This was another battle under their metaphorical belts. Wick glanced down. His loincloth and bare skin were covered with the nasty troll blood. He’d settle for a good wash and a willing woman. Wick shifted his stance, catching sight of Whisper through the thick forest. A scream rang out. “Does he freak anyone else out?” Wick shoved his sword back into the sheath.

“Yes,” Thame, the golden fairy, said as he moved toward their king.

“He is efficient and dedicated,” King Carrick said, his blue wings fluttering.

Wick scoffed, “He needs a woman and a personality.”

“Enough,” Carrick interrupted. “We take to the sky and return to the kingdom. Wick, you get to wait for...the dedicated one.” The king winked and extended his blue wings. In seconds, the brightening sky filled with a rainbow of colored wings and nearly naked men.

“Yes, sir.” Wick sighed. He waited for the others to fly over the treetops toward home before he walked to the edge of the trees. Sniffing the air engulfed his lungs with the foul odor of troll. “Are you done yet?” he yelled into the fading darkness. Sunrise approached, and with a glance backward, he flew into the trees slowly, careful not to be caught on the bare branches as spring was just beginning to fill their sharp edges with soft leaves. “Oh, dark and dedicated one...”

A growl sounded from below and then beside him. A shadow shifted, and part of Whisper’s face was visible. “I’m hunting them.”

“Fine. Go play. I’m taking a bath.” Wick knew the fairy was fine by himself but he didn’t want to go too far. Better safe than sorry. At least that was what their human queen Brook said. She was full of such wisdom. Wick flew off toward the sound of water. Yeah, a human now resided in the fairy kingdom. Hell, quite a few humans. With the fairy population dwindling, they ventured out into the human world for mates. Who knew that would solve their main problem, procreation. Queen Brook was with child and so was Thame’s woman. It was a miracle, one that made Wick jealous as hell. He saw those fairies turn into happy men. Even the morose Keyn had a smile on in face in the presence of his mate, Trillian. Wick was horny, lonely and smelled like rotting garbage.

He landed beside the stream. The running water was quick enough to clean but would not sweep him off his feet. Wick glanced around, sniffed the air to be sure nothing lingered, and untied his loincloth. He threw it down on the shore and his stiff cock sprang free. What else was new? With all these sexy women around he was constantly hard. He stepped into the stream, the water cool but not cold. It lapped at his ankles like an anxious lover. Wicked walked forward to the center of the stream where it reached his hips.

His big hands cupped water to splash onto his chest. He rubbed hard trying to scrub his flesh clean. His skin was tanned from years of enjoying the sun. Hell, he was one hundred years old. Wick bent over and dunked his head beneath the water. His fingers brushed at his scalp before he swung back to a standing position. Water splattered on the nearby tree and dripped down his back. His hands moved to his thighs, stroking the columns before moving between. His cock was bobbing with the current, excited by his touch. He gripped the long pole and stroked it tenderly. “You and me, buddy.” His palm rubbed the tip over and over, flesh against slick flesh. The movements underwater caused the glassy surface to shimmer. Keyn arched back, his hand working on his shaft. The motions were like breathing, so familiar after all these years. The build-up was instant, that shudder of need and the increase in breath. Long strokes were followed by quick ones.

The release was sudden. The pressure in his balls busted, and cum shot from his cock and into the stream. His body shuddered, pleasure swarmed, his eyes closed, and the tension that had been mounting all day was gone. Wick let go of his satisfied dick. He glanced around the forest to make sure no one saw his erotic show. Then again, so what if they did? He continued to clean his body with a naughty grin.

****

Annalise stood beneath the showerhead, her mind drifting as warm water sprayed her body. The stall was big but that’s what money got her. Being from a very wealthy family, she could afford the best boat to sail the shores of
Ireland. She’d started the day she turned eighteen, searching every single beach for the green-haired fairy. Turning up nothing had been a blow to her soul but she vowed not to give up. Someone entered the bathroom and Annalise could make out the familiar silhouette. “Good morning.”

“Getting up at the crack of dawn is not good.” Jayn said, still grouchy in the wee hours of sunrise.

Annalise turned the water off and twisted her long, dark brown hair in her hands to get excess water out. They had met years ago on the shores of America. The chemistry between them was instant. Though Annalise didn’t consider herself a lesbian, she did accept and embrace her sexual attraction to Jayn. Annalise had never been with a man. Secretly she held onto the belief that her only true love could be a man with wings. To the public and family, she was a proud lesbian.

The glass door opened and Jayn stuck her head in. “Another fairy search today.” She turned on the water.

Annalise’s damp hair was splattered with lukewarm water and her skin broke out in goose bumps. “I don’t know how you put up with me.” Everyone thought she was crazy. Hell, even the expensive doctors said she was loony. Annalise had to lie just to get out of the spotlight and therapist’s chair. When she told Jayn the truth, about her green-haired fairy, somehow this woman hadn’t walked away. Jayn didn’t believe her but she didn’t say it was impossible. Annalise smiled. “I love you.”