Kendren, a displaced lord, has just been given the most valuable commodity on this primitive planet -- Princess Calisa. She's a Faery in heat. Now he has to decide if he should keep the ethereal creature or sell her.
Calisa is the eldest of King Francisco Orik's three daughters. Their mother died when they were small girls. Whispers of what her mother was have followed her since she was old enough to understand what they meant. Faery. Calisa doubts the truth in the rumors. Faeries aren't real. Her doubts end on the morning of her nineteenth birthday when her body suddenly burns with unquenchable need. Her overpowering lust changes her from demure princess to sex crazed woman in seconds.
Kendren has the one thing that can end the moaning, writhing minx's torment -- a cock. Will he give into temptation and put his very soul at risk by making love to a Faery, or will he sell the beauty to the highest bidder? As he gazes down at the lovely naked girl tied to his bed his renowned iron will is tested more fiercely than ever before...
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Copyright ©2012 Ashlynn Monroe
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His masculine beauty was the most glorious thing she'd ever seen. The sun cast a halo around him, giving him a surreal appearance. She was naked and so was he. Strangely, even though she'd never been naked with a man before, she wasn't disturbed.
His long strong fingers caressed her cheek before trailing down over her neck and then her collarbone. She sighed as the rough calloused finger reached the rise of her breast.
When he reached her nipple, giving it a gentle tweak, she gasped. Sensation blossomed deep inside of her, making her body come to life in a completely new way. Calisa had never felt so alive before. This man was a stranger and yet she felt such a connection to him this bold touch seemed right, as if he had every right to her body.
She spread her legs. The need for something more was so strong she knew he'd be able to make the desperate feeling rising in her go away. She'd never wanted anything as she wanted this man's hands on her. He smiled at her, boldly, and she smiled back.
"You will be mine, and only mine, witch," he said in a deep rumbling voice. "You need to be kissed by a man who knows how. I am that man, Princess."
Calisa shivered. She wanted his words to be true, but she knew she couldn't be his. His hard body and work worn hands told her he was a commoner and she would carry kings in her womb, but she couldn't find her voice to reject his words. The idea of him stopping was just too painful. A physical ache inside of her made her whimper.
"Shh, pretty. Shh. I'll give you what you need. I'll make the pain go away if you only say my name."
Her eyes widened. She wanted to, wanted to feel the fulfillment of his promise, but she didn't know his name.
"Please..." She began to beg, but he put his finger to her lips.
"I'll show you what you want pretty, but before I'll take away the pain you will accept me as your master."
The fire inside grew and she gasped writhing with agony. Her back ached as she panted. Tears sprang to her eyes. She didn't know why he was playing this cruel game with her.
His right hand trailed lightly over her thigh and she spread her legs wider, wiggling her hips wanting... something she couldn't express. His soft chuckle angered her. He seemed to be enjoying her suffering. He placed a gentle kiss where her brow furrowed.
"Don't scowl so, lovely. You're too pretty to look at me so fiercely." His fingers dipped between her legs, and she felt him gather her natural moisture as he began swirling it around her clit. She shrieked with pleasure as her whole body convulsed.
Yes... yes... This was what she needed.
"Say my name if you want more of that," he purred sensually in her ear.
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Calisa startled awake, panting. Her nightgown clung to her sweat slick flesh as she struggled to sit up and free herself of the repressive coverings. It was dark and she was alone. The dreams had been coming more frequently and much more realistically for the past few weeks. She took a deep breath and reached for the water near the bed. Taking a small sip of the tepid liquid, she forced her breathing to slow. Calisa looked out the window and stared up at the moon, the only witness to her nocturnal cravings, before bursting into tears. Her dream man wasn't real, and soon she'd be married and ready to fulfill her duty.