Fay Warrior, Fay Master

Chapter Two

Fay Warrior, Fay Master
Chapter Two

With a quick flit of gossamer wings, she zipped with lightning speed into the air to evade him only to be blocked and thrown back onto the leaf where she had been crouching moments before. She shook the stars from her head and rose up upon an elbow. Her muscles tensed to make ready for flight again when Barridean swiftly landed above…straddling her body.

“Get away from me,” she warned through gritted teeth trying to rise off of her pinned wings. Her daintily pointed ears flattened with anger.

Barridean only smiled as he swiftly knelt over her, easily pinning her arms above her head with one hand. With the other, he possessively grasped a long glistening lock of velvety black and silver hair in his fingers seeming to enjoy the very texture of it. As it moved between his fingers in the sunlight, it gleamed and glistened with breathtaking richness. The royals of her house naturally grew a few strands of fine spun silver in their locks…it was an easily identified mark of their breeding and superior birthright. The intermixed black and silver almost made the strands appear blue at times. Only the purest “blue bloods” had this trait. And it was a trait highly prized by the materialistic Barridean.

No others in any of the kingdoms could match Willa. Even her very own mother only possessed one single lock of silver within her ebony hair which had been the most and purest to-date…until Willa’s birth. He remembered as a youngster how awed he had been upon her first showing at the age of one. She had had so much black and silver hair that it had at first appeared completely blue in the bright sunlight. This had caused a sensation throughout the kingdoms that Barridean had never forgotten. And he had decided then that one day she would be his.

But Willa offered more than she knew with her creamy iridescent skin and double layered wings that matched the coloring of her hair. Why…it was even a rarity for a fairy, let alone a royal, to have more than one set of wings. And her eyes glowed with the color of the sun…a stark contrast to her otherwise cool and mysterious appearance. When born, there were whispers of a strange child…perhaps that is why no one had seen her until the age of one due to her parents concerns. Even then, she had shocked them all. No other could match her…no other ever had. And she had had many suitors vying for her hand…still had many vying for her hand. All of this was but one part of the reason as to why he pursued this particular faerie. There were other potential benefits as well. “It will not be so bad, Willa. You know I am a great lover…a good provider…a warrior amongst warriors…”

She saw the muscles ripple in his sinewy thighs then the unmistakable movement between his thighs as he hardened for her. His hot breath fanned her ear which at one time would have set her on fire but not now.

“Murderer…you are a freak of nature…blasphemy to Mother Nature…,” she growled yanking against his restraint and tugging her head away. He did not budge. Instead, he released her hair and ran a hand down the shape of her body. He fingered her soft, filmy gown with small tugs. Her brows instantly knit together with concern. He would not dare…he could not…

“Be that as it may, I am a great lover and am inclined to remind you of this right now.”

“You…,” Willa’s cry went no further as he smothered her mouth with his, plunging his tongue deeply to taste of her sweetness. With foul purpose, his tugs became tears as he ripped her thin gown from her small voluptuous body. She squirmed and fought but could not match the strength that he possessed especially pinned in such a way. She screamed and cursed, bucked and twisted.

“Give up your fight, Willa. Your own lust has assured that no one knows that you are here except me. But why waste your passion on a creature such as that when you have me, a far superior male? Focus it on us because you will be mine, are mine. You may as well accept this as fact. And we both know that you will be fully mine, once you receive my seed.”

“Your seed will never be enough to keep me for you must be a Master! And you, Barridean, will NEVER achieve that!!”

His jaw muscles worked with anger at the blatant insult but he refused to let it sway him from his plans. Swiftly, he knelt over her while stripping from his clothing. He reached over and trailed a finger across the unusual birthmark on her right shoulder. Surely, the blue lightning bolt also marked her with greatness…greatness that would also belong to him. For he knew well where he had seen such a mark before. As for Mastering…we will soon see, he scowled with determination.

His cock jutted hard and swollen toward her as he urgently spread her legs open with his own. Appalled, she watched him lick his fingers then felt him press them against her entrance. He returned them to his mouth then moaned as he tasted her sweet nectar. She wished she was dry but gazing at her human had moistened her depths. But even that would not matter as he positioned himself and lowered his head between her legs. She felt his wet tongue lap at her satiny barrier then thrust into her depths. She scolded and threatened but he ignored her while gorging on such forbidden fruit. Several moments later, he pulled back. The look in his eyes frightened her.

She fought more feverishly but it was no use as he grabbed a nipple painfully with his teeth. She stilled but for a moment as she cried out then he lowered his chest upon hers and thrust his hips forward. This time she cried out indignantly as he forcefully filled her but it did not deter him. He pulled back and thrust again groaning with delight at the once familiar tightness that surrounded his dick. Now he picked up his rhythm to work excitedly toward his goal of ownership. His hips slapped roughly against hers as he took her mercilessly hard.

She continued to yell but he paid no heed; he had her where he wanted her. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut knowing that she would soon end her own life rather than to be his…such would be the end of this joining. For she would never fully be his and never carry his babe.

“Come on Willa,” he panted excitedly into her hair. “You feel so good, so hot. Wrap your legs around me and fuck me, little princess. Fuck your lover, LaLei. Fuck me like before.”

The trembling became obvious as his body tensed nearing the inevitable end. He arched releasing her wrists and with horrified eyes, she watched the triumphant pleasure race across his face.

Suddenly, a shadow engulfed them as something powerful knocked him off of her catapulting him a great distance and out of sight into some bushes. Willa watched as his deplorable seed sprayed the air safely away from her own body. With exhausted relief, she drifted into the darkness that quickly claimed her senses.


McKinzie S. Heart
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