Prologue
Naeme yawned, stretched and eased away from Panos’ supine body. He lay sprawled on the branch of the great redwood where they’d passed the night snoring. Despite their sexual romps across the lakes, up the mountain and through the forest, his cock stood rigid between his furry thighs. That was a satyr for you. Anyone would have thought he’d be limp as a wet leaf.
A rueful grin spread across her face. Who was she to judge? Sated and a little sore, she’d like nothing more than to climb up on his morning erection and ride him to mind-blanking blissfulness. However, the lure of something visceral urged her to make a connection with Mother Earth. She unfurled her wings, glided down to the ground and curled her toes into the damp soil.
She took note of the season and frowned. They were deep into the summer but she couldn’t remember the passing of spring. Even more perplexing, there was a chill in the air. She should be immersed in the heat that accompanied the season. Odd that the forest didn’t appear as verdant as it should and the air was perfumed by wild flowers in bloom. All was not as it should be but she couldn’t quite understand why. She shivered from a sense of foreboding and for a moment considered returning to Panos to snuggle into his warmth. Summer was almost at its zenith and her senses quickened in a way only another Fae would appreciate. The temperature of the dirt under her feet warmed her, but not enough. She felt a connection to the other Fae. Her sex burgeoned, became full and heavy with need, as if she hadn’t spent the night rutting with the insatiable satyr.
The High Summer Hunt would take place in a few turns of the sun. It was the only time that Titania gave her guardsmen leave to hunt through the forests for a lover of their choice.
Her intent was to catch the interest of a guard to secure her return to court for the great gathering. If the lucky females managed to hold the guardsmen’s interest, their possessive, bitchy Queen would grant them permission to stay at court, where they’d remain for four seasons, fucking to their heart’s content with those of their kind.
She wanted to see her kith and kin, to partake in the balls and the celebration of the equinoxes. The yearning was so strong that she ached.
She must prepare.
Naeme had no intention of living on the fringes for another year. She’d been banished because she’d caught Oberon’s eye and he’d spread her legs one time too many, which had angered Titania. Their couplings were primal and thrilling—even a year later Naeme trembled with pleasure from the memory of those moon-bathed nights.
A mischievous grin spread across Naeme’s face. It might just be worth another year of exile, to share some loving with Titania’s consort again.
First, a bath. Naeme studied the landscape. What she needed wasn’t native to the redwood forest. With a swirl of her hand, she conjured a night-blooming cereus. Its heavy aroma was overpowering, but she only needed a tiny bit to scent her skin. She dipped her fingers between the petals, pressed the nectaries and harvested what she needed. With a flick of her wrist, she dissolved her enchantment.
“What are you up to, my pet?” Panos leapt down to the ground, trotted over to her side and sniffed her neck. “Hmm, pretty.” He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipple. The playful glint in his eyes sharpened to a lusty gleam.
Usually her body responded to his rough caresses, but his touch now left her cold. The prospect of lying with a male of her kind was the only thing that would stir desire in her now.
“I’m afraid we have to part ways, Panos. I have to get ready for the Great Hunt.” She unfurled her wings and prepared to take to the air, but he grasped her wrist and kept her earth-bound.
Gone was the playful lover. The grim cruelty on his face surprised Naeme. “I am not quite finished playing with you.”
“You overstep, satyr. Unhand me.” The
Naeme yawned, stretched and eased away from Panos’ supine body. He lay sprawled on the branch of the great redwood where they’d passed the night snoring. Despite their sexual romps across the lakes, up the mountain and through the forest, his cock stood rigid between his furry thighs. That was a satyr for you. Anyone would have thought he’d be limp as a wet leaf.
A rueful grin spread across her face. Who was she to judge? Sated and a little sore, she’d like nothing more than to climb up on his morning erection and ride him to mind-blanking blissfulness. However, the lure of something visceral urged her to make a connection with Mother Earth. She unfurled her wings, glided down to the ground and curled her toes into the damp soil.
She took note of the season and frowned. They were deep into the summer but she couldn’t remember the passing of spring. Even more perplexing, there was a chill in the air. She should be immersed in the heat that accompanied the season. Odd that the forest didn’t appear as verdant as it should and the air was perfumed by wild flowers in bloom. All was not as it should be but she couldn’t quite understand why. She shivered from a sense of foreboding and for a moment considered returning to Panos to snuggle into his warmth. Summer was almost at its zenith and her senses quickened in a way only another Fae would appreciate. The temperature of the dirt under her feet warmed her, but not enough. She felt a connection to the other Fae. Her sex burgeoned, became full and heavy with need, as if she hadn’t spent the night rutting with the insatiable satyr.
The High Summer Hunt would take place in a few turns of the sun. It was the only time that Titania gave her guardsmen leave to hunt through the forests for a lover of their choice.
Her intent was to catch the interest of a guard to secure her return to court for the great gathering. If the lucky females managed to hold the guardsmen’s interest, their possessive, bitchy Queen would grant them permission to stay at court, where they’d remain for four seasons, fucking to their heart’s content with those of their kind.
She wanted to see her kith and kin, to partake in the balls and the celebration of the equinoxes. The yearning was so strong that she ached.
She must prepare.
Naeme had no intention of living on the fringes for another year. She’d been banished because she’d caught Oberon’s eye and he’d spread her legs one time too many, which had angered Titania. Their couplings were primal and thrilling—even a year later Naeme trembled with pleasure from the memory of those moon-bathed nights.
A mischievous grin spread across Naeme’s face. It might just be worth another year of exile, to share some loving with Titania’s consort again.
First, a bath. Naeme studied the landscape. What she needed wasn’t native to the redwood forest. With a swirl of her hand, she conjured a night-blooming cereus. Its heavy aroma was overpowering, but she only needed a tiny bit to scent her skin. She dipped her fingers between the petals, pressed the nectaries and harvested what she needed. With a flick of her wrist, she dissolved her enchantment.
“What are you up to, my pet?” Panos leapt down to the ground, trotted over to her side and sniffed her neck. “Hmm, pretty.” He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipple. The playful glint in his eyes sharpened to a lusty gleam.
Usually her body responded to his rough caresses, but his touch now left her cold. The prospect of lying with a male of her kind was the only thing that would stir desire in her now.
“I’m afraid we have to part ways, Panos. I have to get ready for the Great Hunt.” She unfurled her wings and prepared to take to the air, but he grasped her wrist and kept her earth-bound.
Gone was the playful lover. The grim cruelty on his face surprised Naeme. “I am not quite finished playing with you.”
“You overstep, satyr. Unhand me.” The
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