Must Be Magic by Lani Aames Page B

would require
effort. Even if they decided to, I have faith Gomit will talk them out of it.
Gnomes are quite glib.”
    “It’s a
very good thing the Pixies did them a kindness in the past, so that Gomit was
there to help us. He said no one really remembered because it happened so long
ago. Do you know what the Pixies did for the Gnomes to win their allegiance?”
    Myghal
thought a moment. “Ah, yes, I remember the story. A Pixie Princess fell in love
with a Gnome soldier.”
    Kerry
stepped back, her eyes widened in disbelief. The Pixies were enough like humans
that they could pass in her realm with no difficulty. But Gnomes, if they were
all like Gomit, were quite different. “Are you sure about that?”
    Myghal
grinned. “Well, it’s said he was uncommonly tall and handsome for a Gnome, and
she was exceptionally short and plain for a Pixie. She was the youngest of a
large brood of the Prince’s offspring, and therefore not in line to inherit the
princedom. And because she wasn’t the most beauteous, to put it kindly, her
father despaired of ever marrying her off and eagerly gave his blessing. The
Gnomes, fearing the wrath of the Pixies over one of their kind having the
audacity to ask for a Princess in marriage, were greatly relieved and swore
their allegiance to the Pixies for forever and a day.”
    When
Kerry had moved back, she’d stepped off the pink stone path and into a bed of
wild mint. The tender leaves, warmed by the sun and crushed beneath her feet,
released a cool crisp scent that wafted around them on the light breeze. She
caught Myghal’s hand and drew him into the center of the bed of mint and into
her arms. Her hand slid down between their bodies and found the hard length of
his cock. It swelled at her touch.
    “You
know, we have yet to consummate this marriage,” Kerry whispered. “In my world,
a marriage isn’t a true marriage unless it’s consummated.”
    “The same is true here.” Myghal
sounded as if he fought for breath, and his fingers skimmed the neckline of her
bodice. “Our marriage won’t be recognized as legitimate until we complete the
union.”
    He
plucked the intricately tied bow in the center and pulled the lacings free.
When her breasts were exposed to his eager gaze, he cupped one, his caress as
light as the breeze but strong enough to send a surge of hot pleasure speeding
through her body, from nipple to clit in less than six seconds.
    “You’re
saying…Pixieland is still in danger?” Kerry murmured between gasps for air.
“Then we must sacrifice for the good of the princedom.”
    “Aye,”
Myghal agreed and swooped his head low to take the erect tip of one breast
between his lips. “For the good of the prince and the princess as well.”
    Kerry laughed breathlessly. She
found the lacings of his leggings and untied them. Dipping her hand inside, she
wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and rubbed back and forth along its
rigid length. With a deep sigh, Myghal tugged her gown until it was bunched at
her waist. He went down on his knees and slid her gown and panties down at the
same time. She stepped free of them and went down to her knees as well.
    “I want
you, now, Myghal.”
    “Your
wish is my command, wife.”
    Kerry lay back as Myghal climbed
between her thighs. He tugged at his leggings, freeing his cock, and thrust
into her. Kerry rested her bent legs on his hips, matching the tempo of her
hips to his. She opened her eyes. She wanted to see him, see her husband.
    “I love
you, Myghal.”
    He
looked down at her, his green eyes darkened with passion. “I love you, Kerry O’Neill.”
    Their
bodies moved and built momentum. Kerry held onto his shoulders and watched the
reflection of his desire cross his face. With one hand, she reached down to
crush more mint and fill the air with its scent…but her hand touched nothing.
    She turned her head and her hands
scrambled to hug Myghal closer. “We-We’re floating!”
    “Aye, we are.” He spun them into
an