corner back to the royal chambers. She should’ve left the moment she stepped foot in his room, but she’d been caught off guard. Just standing there, watching him stroke his cock, sent a shiver of desire coursing through her. His hand sliding up and down the slick expanse of his rock-hard erection made her wetter than hell. All she wanted to do was stand in the shadows and watch him masturbate. Then he'd moaned her name and that had been her undoing. She was close to fingering herself.
Then he came. His cum shot up like a fountain, spurting on his hands and thighs. She wanted desperately to approach him and lick his juices from his hand. Damn! She was just as horny as him.
“Well, this isn't any good.” Rhiannon plumped down onto her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Lord, she wanted him. Stupid abstinence vow! She never expected she'd end up in some crazy fairy tale with a super-hot faerie wannabe who apparently needed to shag her silly.
Had she known about this when Lara and she took their vow three years prior, she would've added a fairy tale clause.
Feeling her doubt dwindle, Rhiannon chuckled. This was definitely no dream. Everything—
everyone —seemed too real. One thing was certain; she had to get out of here. However, she needed to have him bring her home. Of course, she had one other solution—become their princess. What's a girl to do?
Rhiannon sighed, laid her head back on a fluffy pillow and traced a finger along a ray of sunlight dancing across the bed. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Meditation was as good as any way to clear her mind. If it worked on Earth, she was certain it would work in Fey as well. Too bad she’d left all her meditation CD's at home. Darn it all!
A soft rapping at her door broke her from her thoughts. “Who’s there?”
“Onora, Your Highness.”
Perhaps spending time with Onora would divert her from mooning over Cerne. “Come in.” Onora stepped into the room and bowed. “Councilwoman Windsong suggested you may
wish to take a walk in the garden.”
With such a sweet smile, how could Rhiannon refuse? “Okay. Sounds like fun.”
“Let me help you get dressed.”
Dressed? Again? “Didn't you just dress me?” Onora giggled. “Yes, Princess Rhiannon, but this is a private palace dress. We need to dress for the outdoors now. The out-of-palace gowns are not quite so…revealing. Faeries are rather modest beings, despite your private gowns. The one you’re wearing now is designed for the private meeting between you and your future prince.” So these gowns were the faerie equivalent of lingerie? “I guess they’re used to show off my faerie ass ets?” Rhiannon chuckled.
Onora shrugged. “I've been told they’re more for becoming comfortable with each other before you begin your intimacies.”
Rhiannon stifled a chuckle. If she only knew. “A rather interesting custom.” Onora nodded. “Not that I know anything about courtship. I'm as wingless as you.” She beamed. “But soon I too shall be joined.”
“Who is the lucky guy?” Rhiannon motioned Onora to take a seat next to her.
With eager steps, Onora plopped down. “I'm so excited!” Onora grinned like a giddy schoolgirl discovering boys for the first time. “I saw him in the meadow as I was picking some flowers for my hair.” She fiddled with the daisy tucked behind her ear. “His name is Tynan. He's incredibly handsome.”
Happy to have made a new friend, Rhiannon took Onora's hand in hers. “What does he look like? From the expression on your face he's more than handsome.” Onora giggled. “His eyes are the color of a dew-covered fern. His smile would brighten the sky for days. And his hair...mmm...even the finest sable pales in comparison.” This girl should get a job at Hallmark. Rhiannon kept a straight face, despite her desire to burst into laughter. She really shouldn't fault the young girl. From the far-off glow in Onora's eyes, she was in love. “Sounds
Then he came. His cum shot up like a fountain, spurting on his hands and thighs. She wanted desperately to approach him and lick his juices from his hand. Damn! She was just as horny as him.
“Well, this isn't any good.” Rhiannon plumped down onto her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest. Lord, she wanted him. Stupid abstinence vow! She never expected she'd end up in some crazy fairy tale with a super-hot faerie wannabe who apparently needed to shag her silly.
Had she known about this when Lara and she took their vow three years prior, she would've added a fairy tale clause.
Feeling her doubt dwindle, Rhiannon chuckled. This was definitely no dream. Everything—
everyone —seemed too real. One thing was certain; she had to get out of here. However, she needed to have him bring her home. Of course, she had one other solution—become their princess. What's a girl to do?
Rhiannon sighed, laid her head back on a fluffy pillow and traced a finger along a ray of sunlight dancing across the bed. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. Meditation was as good as any way to clear her mind. If it worked on Earth, she was certain it would work in Fey as well. Too bad she’d left all her meditation CD's at home. Darn it all!
A soft rapping at her door broke her from her thoughts. “Who’s there?”
“Onora, Your Highness.”
Perhaps spending time with Onora would divert her from mooning over Cerne. “Come in.” Onora stepped into the room and bowed. “Councilwoman Windsong suggested you may
wish to take a walk in the garden.”
With such a sweet smile, how could Rhiannon refuse? “Okay. Sounds like fun.”
“Let me help you get dressed.”
Dressed? Again? “Didn't you just dress me?” Onora giggled. “Yes, Princess Rhiannon, but this is a private palace dress. We need to dress for the outdoors now. The out-of-palace gowns are not quite so…revealing. Faeries are rather modest beings, despite your private gowns. The one you’re wearing now is designed for the private meeting between you and your future prince.” So these gowns were the faerie equivalent of lingerie? “I guess they’re used to show off my faerie ass ets?” Rhiannon chuckled.
Onora shrugged. “I've been told they’re more for becoming comfortable with each other before you begin your intimacies.”
Rhiannon stifled a chuckle. If she only knew. “A rather interesting custom.” Onora nodded. “Not that I know anything about courtship. I'm as wingless as you.” She beamed. “But soon I too shall be joined.”
“Who is the lucky guy?” Rhiannon motioned Onora to take a seat next to her.
With eager steps, Onora plopped down. “I'm so excited!” Onora grinned like a giddy schoolgirl discovering boys for the first time. “I saw him in the meadow as I was picking some flowers for my hair.” She fiddled with the daisy tucked behind her ear. “His name is Tynan. He's incredibly handsome.”
Happy to have made a new friend, Rhiannon took Onora's hand in hers. “What does he look like? From the expression on your face he's more than handsome.” Onora giggled. “His eyes are the color of a dew-covered fern. His smile would brighten the sky for days. And his hair...mmm...even the finest sable pales in comparison.” This girl should get a job at Hallmark. Rhiannon kept a straight face, despite her desire to burst into laughter. She really shouldn't fault the young girl. From the far-off glow in Onora's eyes, she was in love. “Sounds
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